"Brother Shen, I never expected you to have reached the level of a Seventh Grade Alchemist too!" Long Aotian said, looking at Shen Haoran with some surprise. The rumors circulating outside painted Shen Haoran as just an arrogant brat. Long Aotian had remained noncommittal about this, but in his experience, arrogant people either had the true strength to back up their pride, or they were complete morons. Long Aotian had guessed that Shen Haoran was probably just a Sixth Grade Alchemist. That, combined with his Vermilion Bird Bloodline, would have been enough capital for his arrogance. But he never expected Shen Haoran was actually a Seventh Grade Alchemist. If so, Shen Haoran's standing in his eyes—or rather, in the eyes of the Cyan Dragon Race—would instantly rise by several levels!
