Medicine King swept his gaze over the room, first noticing Master Locke's Holy Dragon's Blood Potion. He could not help but smile and nod. "Purplish-red like dragon blood, with mana sealed within—it is truly fine quality."
The Holy Dragon's Blood Potion prepared by Master Locke was a deep purplish-red, crystal-clear and thick in consistency. The entire bottle gave off only faint mana fluctuations, displaying Master Locke's extraordinary skill in potion preparation.
It was precisely the opposite of a Mana Source Potion. The greater the mana contained within a Mana Source Potion, the higher its quality. But the defining trait of a Holy Dragon's Blood Potion was its restrained mana aura—the higher its quality, the more ordinary its aura seemed, its mana drawn ever further inward.
This bottle of Mana Source Potion prepared by Master Locke was exactly so. The potion emitted only barely perceptible mana fluctuations, undeniably demonstrating master-level skill. Medicine King nodded repeatedly, full of praise.
"Worthy of being one of Azure Flame Island's renowned potion masters. Locke, this skill of yours is enough to make anyone call you a potion master. With your talent for brewing potions, you may even enter the grandmaster realm within your lifetime." Rogge spoke from the side, clearly holding Locke in high regard as well.
Rogge and Medicine King were both towering figures, yet they praised Locke so highly that the spectators' gazes toward him changed even further.
Locke smiled modestly. Potionology was broad and profound; becoming a grandmaster was easier said than done. Only potionists themselves understood the hardships involved—things truly not to be spoken of to outsiders.
Even a potionology grandmaster like Medicine King would not dare speak rashly. Every potionist excelled in different fields. That was why even Medicine King could not cure Hughes's son's mana defect, and why Hughes