"Lord Nie, you're too kind. It was just a casual effort." Han Yan said nonchalantly. With such a calm demeanor, he didn't regard Nie Fangsheng as a mentor at all; treating him as an equal was already giving him face.
A petty person flaunting small achievements! Nie Fangsheng, hailed as Long Yan Academy's foremost casting master, had never been slighted by a disciple like this before. A hint of anger arose in his heart as he cursed inwardly.
He forgot that Han Yan forged the Blood Gall Sword Shape Blood Gall Sword Bone through his own skills, without resorting to any petty tricks. In fact, he himself had acted like a petty person.
All around, the academy disciples looked at Nie Fangsheng with a hint of ridicule in their eyes. A mentor making things difficult for a disciple is already shameless enough. To be unsuccessful and publicly embarrassed is even more humiliating.
