Alex paused upon hearing Silvermist's words. He wasn't sure if he understood what the man had just said.
"What do you mean, master?" he asked. "Do you find it boring to make all of these pills?"
Silvermist didn't answer the question and instead presented one of his own. "Do you know how old I am?" he asked.
Alex took a moment to think. "I believe you said you were over 200,000 years old?"
"230,000, yes," Silvermist said. "And do you know how long I've been practicing alchemy?"
Alex thought for a moment. He got the feeling that his master was like him, someone who had embraced this life from the moment they became a cultivator.
"All of it," Alex said.
Silvermist nodded.
"So, you're bored after making pills for 230,000 years?" Alex asked. He didn't judge his master for this. He didn't have the right to. The period of time he had been alive was but a grain of sand in his master's hourglass. He didn't know what happened to a man who had practiced alchemy for so long.
