"You want to take me as your master?" Tang Yi smiled faintly, immediately guessing Chen Daozong's thoughts.
When Tang Yi guessed his thoughts, Chen Daozong's face lit up with joy, but Tang Yi shook his head slightly and said, "You're much older than me, how could I dare to be your master!"
Tang Yi really didn't want to be called Master every day by a middle-aged man old enough to be his father—the thought alone was embarrassing.
Chen Daozong hurriedly said, "A wise one leads, age aside. Although young Mr. Tang, your mastery of formations is unparalleled in my life. If I could become your disciple, it would truly be my greatest fortune!"
Tang Yi decisively refused, "You, being the Deputy Sect Master of the Formation Sect, if you take a young lad as your master, I don't know how many people would mock you and your sect behind your back!"
