I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?

Zi Yun and Su Lingxiu met, inevitably leading to a long overdue catch-up, where Su Lingxiu introduced each other to Yue’er; the three women gathered together.

Su Lingxiu continued in pill refinement, but now she had an extra pair of hands to help—Zi Yun.

After Meng Chong paid his respects to his master, he recounted his adventures in the Spiritual Realm and his understandings and gains in Martial Arts.

Outside the Evergreen Pavilion, a young man approached.

With his arrival, the many Martial Artists who had been queuing up all made way.

“I am Xiang Mingmao, here to visit the Alchemical Medical Fairy!”

Shi’er glanced at the young man in a purple robe, exuding an aura of nobility. Although his demeanor appeared relaxed, it could not fully conceal his deeply rooted arrogance.

A prodigy from the Royal Family of Great Zhou.

Even though the man’s identity was distinguished, possibly a prince or a king from the Royal Family, Shi’er didn’t care. Su Lingxiu was busy; how could she have time for a stranger?

“The Pavilion Master isn’t available today. Please come back another day. Next, please.”

Xiang Mingmao’s eyes flashed with anger. He, a direct descent of the ninth lineage of Great Zhou’s Royal Family, the Princely Heir of the Purple King lineage and the successor to the Purple King, was being treated with such disrespect?

However, he did not lose his temper immediately, as the Evergreen Pavilion had a certain reputation, so he spoke again, “Please, just let her know that the Princely Heir of the Great Zhou Purple King lineage is here to visit the Alchemical Medical Fairy.”

Xiang Mingmao held back his anger, never having had to humble himself like this before.

“I already said she isn’t available. Doesn’t matter if you’re the Princely Heir or even if the Emperor Da Zhou himself were here, she wouldn’t see him!”

Shi’er rolled his eyes and continued, “Next!”