Dragon Chen truly wanted to take Jiang An as his disciple, but he had not expected the other party to refuse.
Jiang Ping An replied, "Reporting to Senior, this junior came to the Refining Room merely to earn some Contribution Points and learn some refining knowledge. I do not intend to live here for long, and I may leave before long."
"Furthermore, this junior primarily cultivates combat and has no intention of delving deeply into the path of refining. I simply wish to learn a trade to scrape out a living."
Dragon Chen could not help persuading him, "With your talent, becoming a high-level Refining Master will not be a problem. Once you become a high-level Refining Master, you will be respected wherever you go, and you will not need to venture outside and risk your life."
"I appreciate Senior's kind intentions, but this junior truly does not wish to take a master. I hope Senior will not take offense."
Jiang Ping An's attitude was resolute.
In truth, there was another reason he did not take a master: everyone who had become his master had met with disaster...
"Then so be it."
A trace of regret filled Dragon Chen's voice. "I am temporarily short-handed. If you are willing, stay by my side for now and assist me. I will guide you. Whenever you wish to leave, simply let me know in advance."
"Thank you, Senior."
Jiang Ping An solemnly bowed.
He had not expected the other party to guide him after all, yet Dragon Chen did not mind his rejection.
The Purple-Clad Woman beside them interjected, "Good thing you did not agree. This stubborn old fossil is not easy to serve. If you became his disciple, do not dream of having an easy time."
Her voice was filled with resentment