An Evil Soul

"How may I address you, Mister?" Ma Tian Sheng was currently all smiles. The previous horrible impression that Ling Han had given him was completely swept aside, of course. This was a grand customer that was able to produce alchemical pills close to Earth Grade. What other person could do such a thing in the whole of Rain Country?

Absolutely none!

"Ling Han. You may address me as Young Master Han," Ling Han replied.

Ma Tian Sheng involuntarily wiped off sweat from his forehead. He did not want to address a young man as "Young Master" even one bit, but Ling Han was indeed a very important customer. If he offended Ling Han and Ling Han decided not to commission the Spirit Treasures Pavilion to auction off the alchemical pills on his behalf... then he'd really be in deep, deep trouble.