Yang Xiaotian looked at Deng Qinghong and shook his head, "I don't have any plans to take a master for the time being."
Huang Xin and Deng Qinghong were both taken aback.
Deng Qinghong, whose eyes were smiling and who was expecting Yang Xiaotian to come forward and acknowledge him as his master, had his smile freeze.
He was one of the strongest old ancestors of the True Dragon Divine Sect, as well as the best at Alchemy in the sect. How could Yang Xiaotian refuse to accept him as his master?
Huang Xin's expression darkened as he said, "Yang Xiaotian, my master is not only the best at Alchemy among the old ancestors of the True Dragon Divine Sect but also one of its strongest ancestors, an unparalleled existence in the late stage of the Saint Realm!"
"Have you thought it through?"
"You only have one chance!"
Yet Yang Xiaotian still shook his head, "As I said, I don't have any plans to take a master for the time being."
Late stage of the Saint Realm, an unparalleled existence?