It wasn't that Song Jing was conceited in her behavior, but she really couldn't stand others disrespecting the alchemy profession.
This was the same mindset for all alchemists.
Unless one's alchemy experience was superior, no other alchemists would respect them. Even if their cultivation base was extremely high, the best they would receive was a formal respect gesture.
Although she didn't know who this Senior Dao was, she was certain the latter couldn't be some high-ranked alchemist.
After all, she was already the highest and knew most of the famous alchemists—even those recluse ones.
'Hmph, I won't allow the sacred alchemy competition to be tainted.' Song Jing thought to herself as she arrived at the highest platform under Jia Xing's guide.
Upon arriving, she and the collective elders instantly spotted the city lord talking with an unknown youngster.
"Greetings, City Lord." Song Jing cupped her fist and greeted. The elders behind her also followed suit and greeted her.
