Kicked an iron plate (Part 1)

Yaowang quickly got up and rushed to the door. He bowed, ""Farewell, master."

Xia qingchen didn't even turn his head. He waved his hand and said, ""I told you, don't call me master,"

"Yes, Grandmaster Xia," Yaowang said dejectedly, unable to hide his disappointment.

He had originally thought that after he concocted the spirit medicine, he would finally be able to make Xia qingchen take him seriously and become a disciple from a journeyman apothecary.

Who knew that Xia qingchen still didn't take a fancy to him.

The hall was deathly silent. Several Palace Masters looked at each other and found confusion in each other's eyes.

A cool realm sub-venerable, a top Alchemist, actually called a small thousand cricket cavalry master?

Not only that, he even knelt down and toasted!

What was most incomprehensible was that when Xia qingchen refused to address him as master, yaowang actually had a look of disappointment on his face, as though he was filled with regret.