When Xia Heng saw Wen Qingye ambling down, he rushed over and asked with a smile, "I don't believe I've caught your name yet, young friend?"
Xiaxia pouted and said, "Why didn't you ask before? You're only asking now."
Xia Heng shot Xiaxia a glare before turning to Wen Qingye with a fawning smile. "Please forgive my rudeness earlier, young man. Please, forgive me."
Wen Qingye wasn't bothered by Xia Heng's opportunism. "I'm Wen Qingye," he said.
He had seen all sorts of people in his life. Besides, while he found Xiaxia's father to be an opportunist, he didn't seem like an irredeemably wicked person. Wen Qingye didn't feel the need to press the matter.
"So you are Master Wen! Quick, come inside! Please, take the seat of honor," Xia Heng said hurriedly.
After witnessing Wen Qingye's Alchemy Skill, both Elder Yuh and Xia Heng became even more enthusiastic toward him—especially Elder Yuh.
