When Mr. Qi saw Murong Ningyue rejecting his request, he thought Murong Ningyue despised his insufficient refining level and was so angry that his beard shook.

When Murong Ningyue saw Mr. Qi, she quickly explained: "Senior, you misunderstood. I don't mean this. Senior, you are from the Crazy Lion Tribe, and junior is from the White Tiger Tribe. Since you are from different tribes, it would be inconvenient to worship you as your teacher, right?"

When Mr. Qi heard what Murong Ningyue said, he immediately smiled and said, "Is it because of this? Is this the reason for this? Isn't it impossible for a tribe to be a master or a disciple? How can such a reason be made in the world?"

Murong Ningyue couldn't help feeling speechless at this moment. She had already said so clearly, why didn't this Mr. Qi still understand? It seems that this is also a brainless person.

However, this also made Murong Ningyue feel a little more favorable to Mr. Qi. Such brainless people are always much better than those who are full of scheming.

Murong Ningyue still explained to Mr. Qi patiently: "Senior, think about it, if you really want to be your teacher, then one day our White Tiger Tribe and the Crazy Lion Tribe will have a war. Who do you want to help at that time?"

As soon as Murong Ningyue asked about this question, Mr. Qi was stunned. He really didn't think of this. Although Mr. Qi was old, he was usually obsessed with refining medicines. Apart from refining medicines, Mr. Qi could be said to have no understanding of human nature. He had never thought about the question of Murong Ningyue.

After a while, Old Qi finally spoke: "I am not helping each other! What does it have to do with you White Tiger Tribe and the Crazy Lion Tribe have to do with me? I joined the Crazy Lion Tribe just because the Crazy Lion Tribe can provide me with a safe environment for refining medicine."

Murong Ningyue didn't expect that Mr. Qi was so naive at such a young age. It was absolutely impossible for him to help each other. Even if Mr. Qi was just refining medicine for the Crazy Lion Tribe, it was already considered helping the Crazy Lion Tribe. Therefore, the so-called helper between two people is simply a joke.

However, what Mr. Qi said later made Murong Ningyue think of it. Murong Ningyue said tentatively: "Senior, you just said that the reason you stayed in the Crazy Lion Tribe is because the Crazy Lion Tribe can provide you with an environment for refining medicines with peace of mind. Then if our White Tiger Tribe can also provide you with such an environment, can you join our White Tiger Tribe?"

While Murong Ningyue asked this question, her eyes flashed with cunning. Murong Ningyue had already seen that although Mr. Qi was a golden alchemist, his brain did not seem to be so good. If he could lead Mr. Qi to the White Tiger Tribe, it would definitely be a good thing for the White Tiger Tribe, and at the same time it could also weaken the strength of the Mad Lion Tribe, which could be said to kill two birds with one stone.

At this time, Mr. Qi also showed hesitation. Murong Ningyue was secretly happy when she saw this. It seemed that there was a chance. Murong Ningyue did not rush Mr. Qi to wait for Mr. Qi's answer quietly.

After a while, Old Qi said, "You are saying this idea is pretty good, but the high priest of the Mad Lion Tribe has kindness to me. I once promised him to stay in the Mad Lion Tribe until he passed away, otherwise I would not have left the Mad Lion Tribe!"

When Murong Ningyue heard Mr. Qi say this, she suddenly became discouraged.
Chapter completed!