Four years later, in the herb fields of the Pharmacist Valley.
"What? Master, what did you just say? Can you repeat it?"
Elder Han looked at Lu Yuan, who was in disbelief.
"I said that I've already spoken to the sect leader to arrange for you to go to the Great Xia Kingdom's Devil Slayers Division in the capital. You'll temporarily be the director of the Devil Slayer Division there," He said with a blank expression.
When Lu Yuan heard this, he immediately pointed to his face and said, "Master, are you sure you're not joking with me? You want me to be the director of the demon Slayers Division? What kind of trash am I? Do I have it in me to be the director of the Devil Slayers Division? Obviously not!"
Hearing Lu Yuan belittling himself like this, Elder Han's face immediately turned ugly.
What did he mean he was trash? Wouldn't that make him, who accepted trash like Lu Yuan as his direct disciple, a trash breeder?
