บท 984: Surviving a Lightning Strike

"Memory? A memory of who?" Godslayer asked.

Alex couldn't help but get melancholic. "My master," he said. "She taught me alchemy and treated me like her own son. If not for her, I would've been a dumb little kid who went by his days knowing nothing about cultivation. Maybe I would've even died by now."

"Did she die?" Godslayer asked.

"Yes," Alex said. "An untimely death. She died trying to protect me from someone that wanted my body to turn me into a clone."

"I see," Godslayer said. "Then it's a good name."

Alex nodded. He looked at the gray color and shook his head. "I will need to paint it to make it look better."

"What colors do you plan on using?" Godslayer asked.

"Green and Yellow," Alex said.

"Like your previous cauldron?" he asked.