"I hadn't expected—Great Yuan truly does have Innate Martial Artists."
Lu Chang'sheng felt a surge of emotion in his heart.
Before this, Hong Yuan hadn't known about it—likely because these Innate Martial Artists of Great Yuan kept to themselves, rarely showing their faces in public.
Just like Yan Yun, who, deep within the Saint Institute, spent nearly all his days on alchemy, with only a few alchemy boys assisting him.
That says it all.
Yan Yun glanced at the Empress' decree, his face expressionless, and asked, "So, what is it you wish to ask me?"
Lu Chang'sheng didn't mind his demeanor one bit.
After all, he was the supplicant here; being a bit humble was only fitting.
"I have here a book—notes I've made over the years during my alchemy practice. If Master Yan would kindly take a look."
Lu Chang'sheng knew the atmosphere wasn't quite right; to save trouble, he simply handed over what he'd prepared.
