Before Chen Ping could come back to his senses from the shock, he saw a figure suddenly popping out from beside him.

This man is an old man in his sixties or seventies, wearing an alchemy suit, and the five golden leaves on his chest are also shining brightly, demonstrating his noble identity - a fifth-grade alchemist! "Old Zhou?"

Seeing this person, Chen Ping exclaimed.

He quickly took a few steps back and gave way to the man, and his eyes also showed respect.

Mr. Zhou is the president of the Imperial City Alchemy Guild, and his status is extremely respectful. Even if the monarch of the Dagan Dynasty comes, he will probably respectfully call him "Old Senior".

Chen Ping naturally did not dare to neglect any.

However, Mr. Zhou didn't seem to hear Chen Ping's words. He suddenly took a step forward, hugged Ye Wushuang with excitement, and then bowed and bowed: "Master Ye!"

"Oh, Mr. Zhou?

Is there anything you have to do?"

Ye Wushuang smiled and asked.

Hearing this, a trace of struggle flashed in Old Zhou's eyes, as if he was making some difficult decision.

After a while, he gritted his teeth, fell to his knees and begged to Ye Wushuang: "Master Ye, please accept me as your disciple!"
Chapter completed!