"There will be a draw," Liam continued. "Each clan or sect representative may drop their name and order description into this urn." He placed a big, shimmering, inscribed urn at the steps. "Ten orders will be accepted every day. Fair and square."
Everyone nodded in amazement. This only added to the mystique surrounding Liam. No one could accuse him of favoritism, and yet the exclusivity now turned each slot into something even more precious.
Liam's soul clone retreated as gasps and muttering erupted around the urn. Inside his real quarters, Liam's lips curled into a faint smile. He was more than satisfied with this progress. His knowledge of alchemy was improving by leaps and bounds.
Coming here was indeed the right decision, but he did not plan to stop with that. He now had a powerful background, and he planned to utilize it completely.
