“Very well. We’re all in this together now,” Thaddeus declared. “It’s time to make a blood oath.” He let a single drop of his blood essence fall into the wine cup before him.

The others followed suit, each adding a drop of their own blood essence to the cup before downing the wine in a single gulp, sealing their vows with a shared commitment.

Meanwhile, Sylvain from the Laurent family, also the president of Medicine God Island, lay wide awake, unable to find rest.

He stood before the window, gazing out at the full moon and the ceaseless waves crashing ashore, lost in deep contemplation.

Beneath Sylvain’s feet, a swarm of golden beetles moved about, their faint glow casting a subtle shimmer.

These beetles, a unique species native to Medicine God Island, were Sylvain’s cultivation.

Originally black, the beetle’s shell had turned golden over time. This transformation occurred due to its constant exposure to the mist produced from the potion brewing by the Medicine God on Medicine God Island.

already formidable, and the combined strength of a swarm was

Maxence said softly as he

among the golden beetles crawling across the floor, which seemed

at the moonlit waves crashing on the shore, spoke with a hint of anxiety in his voice. “Max, do you think we’ll

Maxence said reassuringly. “Their attempts to intimidate

too much, Dad,” Maxence continued, trying to offer comfort. “As the saying goes, different situations call for different actions. We’ll take it one

to look at Maxence. “Max, do you also think that the reason I’m holding the Alchemist Fair on

intention?”

all the alchemists in the Ethereal Realm. It would be even better if

a storm of complex emotions churning within

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