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... his morning cultivation, he sat quietly, lost in thought. A concern tugged at the edge of his mind—not quite an immediate problem, but something that had troubled him for some time.
Would I be responsible for every single alchemical task in the Alchemy Hall? If that were the case, wouldn't I be worked to death?
Previously, he had tried delegating some responsibilities. Fire control, for example, seemed like an obvious task to assign. So, when he opened the furnace to refine pills ...
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