"How many times have I told you to call him Master Mumu Fan!" The dwarf angrily said.
"Master? Don't joke with me. His skills in herbalism are inferior to mine. When I'm done with my work in the future, I'll teach you what herbalism is." Tang Nazhi snorted proudly. He had been in the Herbalist Division of Saint Laurent Academy for a period of time. Even though he was not as talented as a certain heaven-defying little monster, he could still barely make an intermediate potion.
