A young man in an Alchemy Master's robes was receiving the fawning praise of Master Qin and the others.
As he listened to their endless compliments and fawning words, the young man beamed, his face a picture of smug arrogance.
However...
Just as he was at his most pleased, a voice that had haunted him like a nightmare for the better part of a year suddenly rang out beside him: "Young Master Xiong, it's been a while!"
"Hm?"
The smile on the young Alchemy Master's face instantly froze.
An unbearable memory surfaced in his mind. It was a memory that had tortured him like a nightmare for more than half a year.
That memory was like a fishbone stuck in his throat.
Every time he recalled it, it felt as if seventy thousand sharp needles were piercing his very heart and soul.
It was the greatest stain on his honor, the biggest humiliation of his life.
A memory too painful to revisit.
For the past six months...
