A Flood of Photos from the Heavenly Immortal Medicine Master

Faced with this bullshit, Qin Fen was at a loss for words. What could he possibly explain now? Looking at the two faces on his screen, so excited they had become distorted, Big Chef understood that nothing he said would help. The more he explained, the more they would think he was being modest! Didn't believe it?

Qin Fen typed a line: "You're overthinking it!"

"We understand. Patriarch, you've always kept a low profile. We know, and we won't breathe a word. Heaven's secrets must not be revealed, after all." Medicine Master smiled, and Du Kang laughed heartily. They understood.

See! Chef Qin wanted to cry, but no tears came. What the hell was this? If he could control immortals' advancement, wouldn't he be ridiculously powerful? Would he still need to bluff his way through everything? Would he need to swindle them out of their merit and skill experience? What a joke. He was just a pathetic weakling of a mortal!

Never in his wildest dreams had Qin Fen imagined that he would one day become an idol of the Heavenly Court. Damn, what a mess. He thought someone was messing with him. As for who, Qin Fen looked up at the sky. Could we please not do this? You're making things really difficult for Big Chef.

His friends in the Heavenly Court were so enthusiastic that he wanted to cry. Looking at Medicine Master's adoring face and Du Kang's expectant expression, what he wanted most at that moment was to stomp that damned phone to pieces.

"As long as you understand. Remember that, both of you!" Qin Fen could only grit his teeth and keep up the grand act.

"We obey your decree, Patriarch," Medicine Master and Du Kang said in unison.

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