The crowd had heard this spiel so many times that their ears were numb.
Which Dan Master here wouldn't know that—whenever that Dan Master Zhuo got slightly tipsy, he would drag everyone to talk about his "Thousand Miles" stories from back then,
The Jade Capital once spread this widely-known saying—Dan Master Zhuo hadn't told a "Thousand Miles" alchemy story in a quarter of an hour.
The speech that Dan Master Zhuo just gave could be said to be "honed to perfection," every word in tone and manner had been rehearsed privately countless times.
However, after Mr. Ding listened to it, he let out a cold snort and blandly replied, "Ordinary."
"Thank you for the praise, Mr. Ding..."
Dan Master Zhuo thought that as long as he spun a "Thousand Miles" tale, everyone around him wouldn't hold back their admiration and praise; his act of "thanking for praise" had become a reflex action,
He had thanked halfway before realizing suddenly, Mr. Ding wasn't praising but belittling him.
