The tea house Alistair had chosen was quiet and dimly lit, offering the perfect environment for private conversations. Yet despite the calming atmosphere, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over me. I carefully sipped my tea, listening as Alistair explained the shifting power dynamics in Veridia City.
"The Traditional Medicine Association has been in turmoil since your arrival," he said, leaning forward. "Many of the old guard feel threatened."
I nodded, processing this information while examining a small pouch of herbs Alistair had brought as a goodwill offering. Unfortunately, they were nothing special—decent quality but nothing that would aid my cultivation.
"These herbs won't suffice for what I need," I said, returning the pouch. "But I appreciate the gesture."
Elder Harding, who had been quietly observing our exchange, finally spoke. "We should consider returning to prepare for tomorrow's conference. You'll need your rest, Liam."
