Hearing what Shennong said, Xuandu narrowed his eyes slightly and replied,
"Shennong."
"I'm not your master."
"When I came to find you before, I said I would take you as a disciple, but that doesn't mean I was going to take you as my disciple!"
"But..."
Xuandu paused briefly, then added,
"I came to take you as a disciple on behalf of a Saint!"
At Xuandu's words, Shennong was utterly shocked, his face full of disbelief.
He'd originally thought that Xuandu was going to be his master.
Who would have thought that Xuandu meant he was here to take him as a disciple on behalf of Taishang Saint!
"What?"
"A Saint's disciple?"
Shennong was dumbfounded, deeply shaken by Xuandu's words.
But he soon recovered. Becoming a Saint's disciple was still something he found almost impossible to believe.
However, his most pressing concern was the plague ravaging the Human Race.
If the disease continued to spread unchecked, the Human Race would surely suffer a great calamity.
At this thought, Shennong hurriedly looked toward Xuandu and said,
"Senior Brother Xuandu..."
"About the plague among my people..."
Before Shennong could finish, Xuandu interrupted him.
"Shennong."
"This plague is a calamity belonging to the Human Race. It must be cured with medicine made by the Human Race itself."
"Outside help may be useful for a time, but it cannot solve the problem at its root."
Xuandu's words left Shennong stunned and at a loss.
After all, since the plague had broken out, he had tried everything he could think of.
Unfortunately, none of the many methods he'd tried could stop the disease from spreading.
With no other options, he had come to pay his respects to Xuandu, hoping Xuandu would intervene.
After all, Xuandu was an immortal, and he was also of the Human