Zhang Ya asked expectantly, "I'd like to meet your master. Is that possible?"
Hearing Zhang Ya's words, the crowd couldn't help but turn to look at Xiaxia. They, too, were extremely curious about her master. What kind of person could produce a disciple like Xiaxia? If Xiaxia was already a Fifth-Grade Alchemist, then could her master be a King-grade Alchemist?
The common rumor was that Xiaxia's master was a student from Qig Mountain Academy. How could they possibly believe such baseless talk?
How could that be possible?
Xiaxia smiled faintly. "My master is very busy. I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."
Everyone was a little disappointed to hear that.
Zhou Long said regretfully, "That's a real shame. I have some questions, and I thought we might be able to discuss them."
By "discuss," Zhou Long meant as an equal. He was different from the others; even before a King-grade Alchemist, he would maintain his pride.
