"State Preceptor, isn't this inappropriate? You are now a Fifth Grade Alchemist, and I am merely Second Grade. If you take me as your master, wouldn't that be..." Feng Wuchen showed a bitter smile, overwhelmed that not only Situ Zhentian had asked to become his disciple, but Yang Tianxian also followed suit, which greatly perplexed Feng Wuchen.
How could a Fifth Grade Alchemist take a Second Grade Alchemist as a master? What would society think?
Moreover, Yang Tianxian was the State Preceptor of the Empire; having a figure of such high standing take a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old youth as a master would surely make the entire Empire a laughingstock, and what would become of its majesty?
However, Yang Tianxian did not care about that and reverently said, "Merit resides with the capable. Master Feng's accomplishments in the Alchemy Dao vastly surpass mine; I hope Master Feng will accept me as a disciple."