When the handsome youth heard Shen Haoran agree, his face lit up. He walked forward joyfully, cupped his fist, and said, "Then I must thank you, Brother Shen!"
"And what should I call you?" Shen Haoran asked, looking at the handsome youth.
"I am Han Xu! Young Master of the Han Family from North Desert City!" Han Xu declared proudly, his head held high.
"Young Master Han, you can't agree to this! Look at him—how could he possibly be an Alchemist? He's so young, there's no way he can meet your requirements!" Seeing that Shen Haoran and Han Xu had reached an agreement, Tyler rushed forward to object.
"Young Master Han, why not consider my disciple, Yang Hao? He entered the ranks of Fourth Grade Alchemists long ago, and he's far stronger than some punk who came out of nowhere! Plus, he has received my personal instruction. He absolutely will not disappoint you!" Tyler said, pulling the pale-faced Yang Hao in front of him to recommend him.
