บท 553: What A Conveniently Placed Piece Of Paper

(Brendan POV)

To say that I loathe my weak self would be an understatement.

I knew that compared to my senior sisters, I was unbelievably weak.

No, I was laughably weak.

Master had declared I had no talent for cultivation, but He still refused to give up on me and found my talent in alchemy instead.

But even with said talent, it was obvious I was still quite lacking in my learning as my senior sisters quickly improved by leaps and bounds while I struggled to even comprehend Master's teachings.

Master never seemed to mind my incompetence, merely giving a smile and continuing to guide me patiently with His usual smile.

Despite Master's multiple assurances that I was showing great signs of progress, I still felt inadequate.

All I've managed to do are mediocre potions that require an entire day for me to make while Master could make them instantly and if He had wanted to, possibly even in His sleep.