Praise still lingered when another voice chimed in, "It is not just this Hundred Thoughts Incense. Over the years, Master Lu has brought out unique fragrances almost every year, and his formulas alone number in the hundreds. Now that is a true master."
The man who had spoken before chimed in immediately, "The way of perfumery should lie right here. How could side doors and evil paths ever compare?"
The two men speaking did not have particularly loud voices, nor did they seem to do it on purpose, sounding quite ordinary as they flattered Lu Pu. Yet in Ming Jian Tower everyone possessed sharp ears and clear eyes, and they easily drew quite a few gazes.
Lu Pu was a proud and arrogant person; even if he felt the situation was somewhat improper, upon second thought he felt such praise was only natural, and the satire toward a certain person suited his heart even better. He had never believed that Jiu Yan was any kind of "master." A perfumer who did not even possess a single unique fragrance formula, even if he had made some achievements in refinement, was nothing more than an artisan after all. In the end, he merely smiled with self-satisfaction and said nothing.
Yet the exact same words landed in the eyes of those who cared with a completely different flavor.
A distance away from Lu Pu's seat, Hai Hong let out a muffled snort. Having received news a few days ago that Jiu Yan would come to Ming Jian Tower, he had come low-profile to investigate, without contacting Lu Pu, and now unexpectedly ran into this narrow-path-meeting situation, inevitably taking it to heart. At this moment his brow furrowed deeply, and he thought darkly of what kind of detrimental friends Lu Pu had recruited to