"Young Master Lin, please take care." In front of the Treasure Hunting Pavilion, a man named Dan Fang personally saw Lin Hao out, his face full of reverence.
At this time, it was the Treasure Hunting Pavilion's daily peak hour, and people were constantly coming and going. Dan Fang's actions made quite a few of them stare, wide-eyed.
In particular, patriarchs from some of the smaller families, seeing Dan Fang come outside, had quickly put on their most sincere smiles, preparing to greet him.
Who would have thought that Dan Fang wouldn't even glance at them, but would instead be unusually respectful to a wet-behind-the-ears kid?
A highly revered Alchemy Master, so respectful to a kid—this world was simply insane!
What made that kid so special?
However, Dan Fang didn't see it that way.
Just a moment ago, Lin Hao had come to the Treasure Hunting Pavilion to borrow his Alchemy Room, and Dan Fang was overjoyed.
