"Master Mo, please, just give the word." The joyful expression on Feng Zhang's face didn't fade; in fact, he looked a little excited.
In his eyes, Mo Qi's mastery of the Alchemy Dao was simply miraculous.
If he could just follow him and learn even a fraction of his knowledge, he was certain to benefit immensely.
"Hold on! First rule: from now on, don't call me Master Mo. Just use my name." Mo Qi still couldn't get used to an old man calling him 'Master.'
"But..." Feng Zhang faltered, his expression turning grave. "To address you directly by name... wouldn't that be a sign of disrespect? A violation of the honor due to a master and the Dao?"
Mo Qi rolled his eyes. 'Talking to someone with a one-track mind is exhausting.'
"Alright then, are you going to listen to me or not?" Mo Qi asked.
"Of course I will. If Master Mo gives an order, I, Feng Zhang, would not dare to disobey."
