Chapter 224 – Legend of the Sage Alchemist (VI)

Chapter 224

Legend of the Sage Alchemist (VI)

I’m sweating.

Oh my God, I’m sweating.

This woman is intense. Especially now that I’m left alone with her.

We’d stepped out of the room and into the central hall as Gu Zhao went out to ‘prepare’, leaving the two of us on our own. She didn’t speak, just intently stared at me while I had to smile and act as though everything was perfectly peachy.

But it’s not.

This woman is terrifying! Dammit, Long Tao! Why do you keep entangling me with people I should not be interacting with? Haah. Whatever. Such is my fate.

“Ah, greetings, Master Lu!” That was the third.

Ever since Gu Zhao spread the ‘good word’ of my telling him of different methods, Elders of this sect would always greet me with a deep and reverent bow.

And I don’t like it. Not in the least because each successive greeting made the woman next to me stare even more intently, as though I’m a polished statue from an old master that she just had to study down to the last skin pore.

“Master Lu, how do you do? Ah, Madame Zhu, welcome! You are as radiant as ever!” Hey, this one at least realized there’s another person next to me!

… hmm? Did the intensity just drop?

…

Seriously? That’s it?! You were annoyed because they were greeting me but not you?! You are older than some freakin’ countries, and you’re still that petty? Nah. Make it make sense! How?! Is it some inherent human condition where, regardless of how long you live, you can still be a petty little shit over something as stupid as people not greeting you?

… I might just eat my words if I ever get to live a few centuries and then get pissed off for being ignored.

Haah.

Please, you old bastard, come back quickly!

“You’re quite an item,” she finally commented after yet another Elder greeted me without acknowledging her.

“They’re merely being polite.”

“And yet the opposite towards me.” Really? You’re actually saying it out loud?

“Good thing that Madame is truly magnanimous and doesn’t mind.”

Okay, nice. That shut her up. She looked like she swallowed a bitter fruit, but at the very least she’ll probably not mind it as much.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

“Where are you from?”

“South.”

“Where south?”

“Distant south.”