Mephit whispered, "Yes, it's old dean Theodore."
"Well, it protected your childhood, but now it's imprisoning your growth, you can unlock it."
Bossivale paced back and forth, his brow furrowed, as if there was a fierce struggle in his mind.
"I can feel your strong soul; what you need is not growth but control. Find a way to control your power, maintain your spirit, ensure your consciousness is clear, never lose control, understand?"
Mephit looked at him calmly, seeming unaffected by what he said, just nodding lightly.
Bossivale, however, seemed very pleased.
"Good, very good, stay here, become my assistant, I can observe you anytime, nothing could be better."
Saying this, Bossivale turned again to the crafting of Pure Star Source Potion.
Rod rubbed his hands, feeling his blood boil with excitement.
"Mephit, I didn't expect you to be so strong, were you so weak before because of the seal?"
Mephit nodded lightly.
