Xiao Dancheng smiled, "Shopkeeper Dong, this gentleman is a master whom I highly respect! He has come for the Alchemy Competition held here!"
"A master?" Dong Lingxin was quite astonished.
Because Xue An looked to be only in his twenties, with a laid-back and indifferent demeanor, he appeared at first glance to be a frail scholar.
Yet he was addressed by Mr. Xiao, the revered Xiao Dancheng, as a master?
Could it be that this individual is a descendant of some ancient alchemical family?
Dong Lingxin was pondering this.
Xiao Dancheng smiled and said, "Because we arrived late, we've been unable to find accommodations. I wonder if, by chance, your establishment can provide us lodging for a few days?"
Xiao Dancheng had expected Dong Lingxin to agree wholeheartedly, but unexpectedly, Dong Lingxin's brow furrowed slightly, revealing a touch of difficulty on her face.
