C148 Pavilion Master Submit

"Young man, who is your master?"

Song Hui asked.

In his mind, such a bold young man definitely had a Master in the way of pills that reached the heavens behind him.

He had only seen the Blood Soul Flower in ancient books before, if not he, a seventh stage Refining Apothecary, would not have known.

"I don't have a master."

Ling Hao laughed.

No one dared to be Tai Hao's master