Many cultivators valued treasures. Others valued power.
But for someone who had devoted his entire existence to alchemy, enlightenment was more precious than anything else in the world.
Lin Feng merely smiled and waved his hand dismissively.
"There is no need to make such a fuss. It was only a minor matter."
His casual attitude nearly made Old Man Duan cry even harder.
To Lin Feng, it was a minor matter. To him, it was a heaven-defying blessing.
Lin Feng looked at the emotional old man and couldn't help but find him somewhat likable.
Duan Tieshou possessed a righteous heart and genuine passion for alchemy.
Unlike many so-called masters, he was humble enough to acknowledge his shortcomings and eager enough to continue learning despite his age.
Such qualities were rare.
Unfortunately, the old man's judgment when it came to disciples was utterly terrible.
Thinking about Gao Shan, Lin Feng could only shake his head inwardly.
