In the venerable realm, the strong were respected. It was said that he zhengdao, as the master of a workshop, had lost to an abandoned disciple of his master in the art of refining, so of course he didn't think much of him.
Only then did he zhengdao know that Teng song had indeed heard of his great name, but it wasn't a good name. The excitement on his face was swept away, and his head drooped down like a frosted eggplant.
"Oh, I see. Thank you for your kindness, master he. Let's take a look first." Even though Teng song's words were unclear, the tan family head was still able to hear something from his disapproving tone. Then, when he saw he zhengdao's dejected expression, he guessed that he zhengdao definitely did not gain any advantage in that match, so he spoke politely.
