'Hmph,' Lai Hu sneered inside Tan Wei's mind. 'An old man with barely a sliver of talent in alchemy dares to ask to be my granddisciple? Keep dreaming!'
To Lai Hu, the so-called best alchemist of Red Pole was nothing more than an amateur dabbling in the Alchemy Dao. One could either marvel at how impossibly high Lai Hu's standards were, or wonder just how embarrassingly low Red Pole's standards had fallen.
In his eyes, Feng Ning's achievements didn't even qualify as the bare minimum. If the man had even a hint of true talent, he would have long reached the level of a tier 9 Alchemy Master. However, clearly, such potential was far beyond Feng Ning's reach.
Tan Wei smiled bitterly. 'Master, we're not in the Immortal Realm. I think Feng Ning's talent isn't bad at all. But I'm not ready to take on disciples yet; I'm still at the beginning of my path in the Alchemy Dao.'
