"Master, you accepted a disciple one hundred and thirty years ago..."
"This disciple is unfilial, having not fulfilled filial duties all these years."
Xiang Shanzhou's face showed sorrow.
If someone knew Xiang Shanzhou, they would surely be shocked.
Xiang Shanzhou is now a renowned alchemist downstream of the Qingqiu River, known for creating several pills and having a reputation for steadiness, seemingly unflappable in any situation. It is said that he is a candidate for the next president of the Alchemist Association.
Yet now he is so out of sorts.
But Xiang Shanzhou knew that he had already found his master forty years ago.
That once-famous alchemy genius downstream of the Qingqiu River, Ouyang Yun.
Xiang Shanzhou had only bits and pieces of understanding about the past, knowing little, but he understood his master's nature, truly wanting to forget the past.
Thus, though Xiang Shanzhou found Ouyang Yun, he did not reveal himself, choosing instead to keep the secret.
