Harold's POV
Phoebe's open class performance streamed live across the massive screen in Chad's office.
The moment she started fielding questions, I watched Chad's eyes brighten. He wasn't a traditional medicine expert, but he knew enough to recognize skill when he saw it. Phoebe's technique was rock-solid—the kind that came from years of disciplined practice.
When the traditional medicine masters began courting her, Chad's grin was impossible to miss.
Whichever master Phoebe picked, she'd still be Clearwater University's recruit.
But when she turned down their offers cold and mentioned having a mentor already, I saw Chad nod knowingly.
Skills like hers didn't develop without a distinguished teacher from early on.
"Phoebe's spent her whole life in Heather. When did Heather produce such an exceptional traditional medicine master?" he muttered.
