"The progress in the early stages is crucial for future advancements." That's why Tom Johnson placed all his hopes on Ken Westfield.
Ken Westfield's father held a prestigious position within the Westfield Sect. Due to the steep cost of Foundation Establishment Elixirs, access to such elixirs relied entirely on personal resources. Consequently, Tom Johnson relinquished his residence and engaged in some unsavory tasks at Ken Westfield's request.
One of these tasks involved capturing attractive female disciples from the outer circle for Ken Westfield's entertainment. Naturally, Tom Johnson was also responsible for the demise of Andrew's predecessor.
In the main chamber, a pallid-faced young man in azure robes occupied the prominent seat. That person was none other than Ken Westfield. His appearance indicated excessive indulgence, draining his vitality.
"Tom, well done. Here's a Foundation Establishment Elixir for you!" Ken Westfield chuckled, casually tossing a vial towards the room's exit.
"Ken, your commendation overwhelms me!" The azure-robed youth, Tom Johnson, brightened up and swiftly lunged towards the vial. A loud crash echoed as his body landed heavily on the floor outside the room.
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