On his way back through the clan grounds, Xiao Yan encountered a few clansmen and noticed an extra hint of envy in the looks they gave him.
Clearly, word had already spread through the clan that Yao Chen had accepted him as a disciple in the hall that day.
Although he did not care much, Xiao Yan could not help smiling inwardly. Life with someone powerful backing him really did feel different.
Humming a cheerful tune to himself, Xiao Yan ignored their gazes and strolled straight toward his room.
But before he reached it, his father, Xiao Zhan, sent someone to drag him over. Helpless, Xiao Yan could only keep moving. He finally arrived outside a spacious room, knocked lightly, then slowly pushed the door open.
Inside were Xiao Zhan and the three elders. They were discussing something, but stopped when they saw Xiao Yan enter.
"Father, did you want to see me?" Xiao Yan asked with a smile as he sauntered up.
"Hmph, you little brat." Xiao Zhan chuckled, unable to hide the delight in his eyes. "Did that old gentleman really accept you as his disciple?"
"Yes." Xiao Yan nodded without hesitation. Since his teacher had announced it himself, he might as well go along with it.
"Was it just an excuse to help the Xiao Clan?"
"Of course not." Xiao Yan curled his lips. "Meeting an alchemist willing to teach me was a blessing. I agreed right away."
"Good, good." Xiao Zhan patted his chest, both relieved and pleased.
His son knew how to conduct himself, and that old gentleman had come to help the Xiao Clan as a personal favor.
"Then..." Xiao Zhan faltered, but eventually asked, "How much do you know about that old gentleman's background?"
His voice was very low, as though he instinctively