"Elder Zhu Gan, Xiao Yan is probably worried about troubling you," Han Yue hurriedly explained.
Watching Han Yue's actions, Han Chi's eyes unconsciously revealed his satisfaction. Although Han Yue's talent in cultivation might not compare to Xiao Yan's, under his guidance, she had become quite adept at reading the room.
However, what Han Chi never expected was that Zhu Gan, usually so proud and aloof, would reply to Xiao Yan with respect, "I will certainly do my utmost to fulfill your request."
For an instant, Han Chi even suspected that his ears were malfunctioning! Other than the Han Family's ancestor, Zhu Gan gave face to no one in the family. Even Han Chi himself, the family head, usually had to discuss matters with him properly.
Even so, the price of employing Zhu Gan as a guest elder was enough to recruit nearly ten Dou Emperors.
Yet Zhu Gan had never spoken to even the family ancestor with such respect as he was showing Xiao Yan.
Han Chi's expression changed several times in an instant. He suddenly realized that his judgment of Xiao Yan might still have been flawed.
At that moment, Zhu Gan carefully asked Xiao Yan, "Forgive my presumption, but may I ask what grade you are?"
Xiao Yan did not directly answer Zhu Gan's question. Instead, he said, "I will be refining pills each morning for the next few days. You may come and watch. How much you can learn will depend on your own fortune."
Upon receiving Xiao Yan's promise, Zhu Gan could not suppress his delight. "Rest assured, leave the medicinal ingredients to me."
Xiao Yan could already sense that his soul strength had grown alongside his advancing cultivation. He estimated that he had entered the realm of a seventh-grade alchemist. Even in the talent-rich Central