Concocting with a hyper-sensitive, partially unresponsive arm wasn't ideal, especially since Liam used his left one to manage the alchemical flame.
Liam faced issues with the first alchemical practice he had ever learned. The flame burning under the cauldron was a concoction's most crucial factor, and his arm couldn't keep up with it.
The issue wasn't about releasing Qi, be it in the right quantity or nature. There was simply a delay between what Liam's brain ordered and what came out of his arm.
And yet, Liam wore a bitter smile while he adjusted to the gradually shrinking delay. His Master had been right as always. Liam had indeed found the opportunity to concoct with more than broken fingers.
Liam's arm gradually improved, and the same went for his ability to account for that temporary issue. He soon saw entire concoctions to their end, but that didn't imply success just yet.
