Chen Ye has just started with Vein-Protecting Pills, even if he opens another furnace, at most he can only refine two lower grade Vein-Protecting Pills...
At this moment,
the two little ones raised their faces, looking at their master together.
The elder disciple's gaze was filled with admiration, strangely, Zhiwei seemed to be increasingly admiring this master...
The younger disciple, on the other hand, had a slightly defiant look, seriously staring at Chen Ye, wanting to learn more about the Alchemy Dao to surpass the master.
Neither disciple doubted their master's true abilities.
Chen Ye was in a quandary.
As the saying goes, disciples need not always be inferior to their masters, and masters need not always be wiser than their disciples.
This is undoubtedly true.
But Chen Ye just didn't want to lose face in front of the two little ones...
He hoped to be the perfect master in front of his disciples!
That damn male chauvinism!
