Hearing that clear, bell‑like laugh, Elder Seven felt even more bitter inside. He had never imagined that one day he would have to lower himself and bow at the feet of a twelve- or thirteen‑year‑old girl.
He could only comfort himself in his heart: this was no ordinary little girl, but someone who far surpassed him in the Dao of Alchemy.
The moment he thought of alchemy, which he loved most, the humiliation in his heart faded quite a bit.
He walked up to Ye Ruoshui, bowed deeply, and said,
“Junior Xiao Qi pays respects to Senior.”
Seeing the...
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