The first thing he saw when being awoken like that, was the disappointed eyes of his master. "How can you fall asleep like this?", she asked.

"Um, sorry. I used up my mental energy.", he hurriedly told her. For him to fall asleep here was truly a bit rude. So apologizing was definitely the right thing to do.

Hearing his response, the disappointment vanished from her eyes and was replaced by curiosity. "So what got you to use up your mental energy like that? Aren't you normally very good at controlling it?"

That was something she had found out while teaching him. Ivan had very good control over his mental energy and was always able to determine how much he had remaining and what he could use without impairing his thoughts. So for him to use it until he fell asleep like that, there should be an interesting reason for it.

Ivan didn't see any reason to hide it, so he readily explained, "I was experimenting with moving small amounts of energy in the surroundings around.

You told us that it was dangerous for us to absorb any Qi here since it is to thick and the pressure is too high. So I thought that if I could manage to control just a tiny bit it might still be possible to absorb it."

"Hoho. You got an interesting thought there.", suddenly another female voice sounded out and a young face appeared in front of Ivan's face. "Normally people would always try to grab as much energy as possible, so for you to go the other way is quite interesting."

It was the face of Miss. Klein's master, whose name he still didn't know, who had just appeared in front of him. She looked at him in interest, but her eyes made him feel nervous. It was as if she had seen an interesting specimen of an unknown animal and couldn't wait to experiment on it.

He instinctively tried to move backward but with the wall behind him, there was no s.p.a.ce for him to move to. Her face came even closer and her eyes gave him the feeling that she was looking through him. Especially when her eyes became completely violet. As soon as they did he got the feeling that she had seen all his secrets.

"Hey, Bea, you are always so lucky to find such interesting things. How about you give him to me?", she distanced herself from him and spoke to Miss. Klein.

"I'd rather not. Who knows what you are planning to do with him. After all your experiments are feared by everyone in the sect for a reason.", Miss. Klein retorted.

Her master was a genius in the area of pill refining and with her strong cultivation talent her strength too had reached highs, many would dream of. But if there was one fault she had, then it was the fact that she loved to experiment. And not every experiment of her would be successful. In truth, most of them would fail. And the way they would fail would be spectacular. So when she heard that she wanted to have her disciple her first reaction was to reject her master.

It seemed like her master could clearly see through her thoughts. With a face filled with disappointment, she said, "What do you think of me. There is no way I would harm your disciple."

Miss. Klein didn't buy it, "Then what about the senior sister? Isn't she still bedridden from that experiment you did on her?"

"Umm...", there was nothing she could say. What happened to Miss. Klein's senior sister had truly been one of her biggest failures. She had been so sure that the pill would work. Who could have expected that it would lead to such an end instead? The energy that had flooded her meridians had completely destroyed them. Now she could only lie in bed and hope for someone to find a way to repair them.

Thinking about it, hadn't she just found a solution? According to the sects records if a dragon accepted someone as his or her servant and transformed them into a Draconian then wouldn't all old wounds be healed? Huhu, it seemed like this grand disciple of her would be the solution of more than one of her problems. Thinking this far she was even more determined to convince that disciple of her.

"Isn't he the solution?", she asked while pointing at Ivan.

"Huh?", Miss. Klein asked with surprise. She didn't see how her disciple could solve a problem like her senior sisters destroyed meridians. After all, all the medical elders in their sect had checked on her and had to admit that they were unable to do anything about it. The most they could do was to get rid of the pain, which the destroyed meridians would constantly emit.

Seeing her disciples confused expression, the elder had to smile. Truly there was nothing more fun than to tease those little girls.

"It seems that you don't know much about your disciple. But who would be surprised? After all, the only thing you look at in anyone is the pill refining skill or talent." In fact, that was something that this disciple of her was famous for in the sect. She was completely blind towards anything not connected to pill refining.

There had once been a famous, handsome, and rich man who pursued her. But when he admitted that he had no skill in pill refining everyone had told him to give up. Even his best friends who would normally support him in everything had told him that it was just a waste of time. But that man hadn't accepted their advice. Instead, he had tried to win her over with rich gifts and his skills.

But just as everyone had expected, it was in vain. She hadn't even looked at him. Only telling him that he was a useless b.u.m who wasn't even able to refine the simplest pill. After that, at first, the guy had tried to prove her wrong but sadly he truly had no talent in pill refining.

After wasting multiple years, just to learn to refine the simplest pill, finally, his father had beaten him up. Forcing him to stop with his useless pursuit.

Ever since then she had been known as the 'Pill Fanatic'.

So it couldn't bee seen as that surprising that she knew nothing about her disciple besides that he was good at pill refining. Or to be more exact that he had talent in pill refining.

Even now she just looked at her master in confusion, "Is there something else to know and look at?"

Her master had already given up on changing her so she could only sigh resignedly and explain, "For you, I guess, no. But to others, there are other things that might be interesting, such as bloodline"

"The bloodline is important? But it doesn't make any difference from pill refining."

This was the first time Ivan and Serge had seen their master like this. Before they had only talked about pill refining with her, so they never had experienced how weird she was in other aspects.

They both looked at her in amazement unable to connect the picture of the current her with the seemingly knowledgable teacher and master in their mind.

"Has she always been like this?", Ivan whispered at Serge.

"I don't know. I only asked her pill refining questions before.", Serge answered. His whisper was accompanied by a shrug of his thin shoulders.

"Mm. Me too."

Although that elder had said that she wanted him, he wasn't that worried. He knew Miss. Klein and was sure that she wouldn't let anything happen to him. And from her interaction with her master, it didn't seem like she could be forced to give him up.

"So what you want of him has something to do with his bloodline?", Miss. Klein asked, changing the topic. Although she was thick-skinned, she was annoyed by her master questioning her ability to look at anything that had nothing to do with pill refining. She loved pill refining, so why shouldn't she fully focus on it? What had all the other things to do with her?

"Yes.", her master was willing to change the topic as well. Although teasing her disciple was fun. It was important to do it in moderation. Only then would it keep its freshness and thrill. "His bloodline is a dragon bloodline, although I can't exactly determine which one." She threw Ivan an angry look as if she was angry at him for having a bloodline which she couldn't determine exactly.

"Anyway, his bloodline is useful for two things. One it can help heal your senior sister's meridians and it can help me breakthrough." She deliberately mentioned the healing issue first, since she knew that Bea had a close relations.h.i.+p with her. If she hadn't mentioned it, she would have most likely directly denied her following request.