Back in the room, Mu Ren had vaguely overheard parts of their conversation. He sneered inwardly. Lin Xiong's problem had been discussed at the Soul Master Tower's exchange, and even the president had said it was incurable. 'This little brat thinks he can cure it? He can't cure shit.'
Ye Xuan's expression darkened. The formula he'd written was a true, priceless treasure. In his past life, even Tier Eight and Tier Nine Soul Emperors had vied for it, yet a lowly Tier One Soul Refiner was calling it trash. He immediately said coldly, "You're Mu Ren?"
A flash of anger crossed Mu Ren's face. 'A mere brat dares to use my name directly?' Even the powerful and influential figures in the city had to respectfully address him as "Master."
A cold smirk appeared on Ye Xuan's lips. "Mu Ren, is it? I regret to inform you that a piece of trash like you, who only managed to become a Tier One Soul Refiner in his fifties or sixties, wouldn't even be accepted as my disciple."
"What did you say?"
