Feng Hao nodded thoughtfully and didn't press the matter. After all, reaching level one hundred was still a long way off.
But the Thief Master was extremely interested in him, peppering him with questions. "I heard from Xiaolinzi that you're also a Ninth-level Alchemist. Is that true?"
"Mhm. Where I come from, Ninth-level Alchemists are a dime a dozen," Feng Hao said with a slight smirk.
The Thief Master froze, his eyes wide with amazement. "A planet where Ninth-level Alchemists are a dime a dozen? To be honest, I spent a long time roaming beyond this realm, and I've never heard of such a place."
Feng Hao asked in surprise, "Master, you've been outside the realm?"
"More than just 'been there.' You could say I've spent most of my life living outside the realm. Returning to the Ancient Cang Realm was a complete accident," the Thief Master said with a complicated expression.
