"Okay master," Xia shouted cheerfully.
The old dragon soul felt a kind of vain pleasure listening to his cheer. "yes yes, my student I will teach you properly," he said, "but before that you need to know my name as well right?"
"Yes, what is your name, master?" Xia said.
"My name is Quiyin Long," the soul said proudly. He gazed down at his student to find him nodding with a thoughtful look. 'Oh, thank god he believed It.' he let out a breath of relief. His actual name was just Quiyin*, but since he had a tinge of dragon blood in his heritage, he always called himself Quiyin Long*.
"Master," Xia whispered.
"Yes, let's get to pill making,"
The old soul gazed at the numerous herbs in front of him and whispered, "You are making a thousand poison pill?"
"Yes master, I Am. I know the herbs involved in making it but... I was sleeping when my mom taught how to process it," Xia mumbled awkwardly.
The old dragon soul nodded. "Please don't sleep when I'm teaching thought," he whispered.
