This indeed is somewhat infuriating.

Mr. Liu invited a Divine Level Doctor to cure his daughter.

In their impression, a doctor of this level must have reached the pinnacle, and should appear as a venerable, elderly person.

Yet this young man suddenly comes forth and says, "I’m here," what does that mean?

No wonder everyone is a bit displeased.

"Please sit down, little brother."

"Have a seat."

The member of the Divine Race who ate their fruit had a kind heart, and pulled Fang Yu back to sit down.

He whispered softly.

"Men have short hands and humble mouths, brother, although your identity and status are less than mine, you don’t need to act like this. Don’t try to stand out now; at a family banquet, the more low-key, the better. Trust me."

"Alright."

Fang Yu was quite helpless and sat back down.

The venue was really too large. Front and back combined spanned hundreds of meters in length, so naturally, the Liu Family in the main area didn’t hear the conversation here, and besides, the voices of those criticizing Fang Yu weren’t very loud. After all, it’s somewhat inappropriate to criticize others in such a setting.

Once Fang Yu sat back down, no one thought much of it; that was what he should’ve done. Those who had previously reprimanded him nodded, and then everyone simultaneously looked to the great hall.

Awaiting for the appearance of the real doctor.

But after a while of silence, no one appeared.

The atmosphere felt a bit stagnant, and the whole room was utterly silent.

Mr. Liu just mentioned it. The doctor who saved his daughter, has already arrived, so why hasn’t he appeared?

Those present who were quite curious about the doctor, and even those wanting to curry favor with him, all showed expressions of disappointment.

"Mr. Liu, what about the master you mentioned, why hasn’t he arrived?"

A guest from the front row raised their voice to ask.

This question was rather perplexing, causing the Liu Family’s daughter standing next to Mr. Liu to feel slightly confused.

When she lay on the sickbed back then, she had only glanced at Fang Yu secretly. Yet just in that glance, she recognized Fang Yu and remembered his appearance and countenance.

Wasn’t he seated at the very back?

Though the distance was somewhat far, the genes of the Divine Race endowed them with excellent vision; hundreds of meters away one could still discern general details. The Liu Family’s daughter believed she hadn’t seen wrong; that person was definitely Master Fang.

"Hasn’t Master Fang already arrived?"

"He’s already here?"

"He’s among the guests."

Everyone was in uproar.

This voice sounded somewhat shocked and puzzled.

Since Master Fang is already here, why hasn’t he stepped forward? Everyone felt strange, looking at each other in bewilderment, glancing around. Scanning everywhere.

No matter how they searched, they couldn’t find the so-called Master Fang.

Most of those present were familiar with each other and clearly aware of each other’s identities.

As everyone was puzzled.

Mr. Liu coughed, his gaze landed in the distance.

He suddenly realized he had been a bit rude. How could he neglect Master Fang in this setting? Immediately, he smiled at those around him, preparing to take his daughter over to personally pay respects to Master Fang.

He descended the steps.

As Mr. Liu came down, everyone’s eyes focused on him, and his daughter hurriedly followed, gentle and tranquil.

He’s coming, he’s coming.

Master Fang is indeed low-key. He is indeed a figure we admire, unwilling to stand out even in such a setting; had it been me, I would have emerged long ago to enjoy everyone’s homage. Everyone thought so.

However, just as everyone thought Mr. Liu should stop and turn left or right, he did not.

He continued walking forward, stepping out of the main area.

This astonished everyone; after all, with Master Fang’s status and position, mastering awe-inspiring medical skills, he should be seated in the main area, how could he be at the back?

People couldn’t comprehend.

The only explanation was that Master Fang was really too low-key.

Mr. Liu and the Liu Family’s daughter, as usual, remained quiet. They knew in such a setting, they must maintain composure, cannot be overly excited, even though in their hearts they were very grateful and greatly admired Master Fang.

The room was utterly silent, only the crisp sound of the father and daughter’s footsteps echoed throughout the hall.

Everyone knew soon they’ll find out who this Master Fang really is.

But what they didn’t expect was that Mr. Liu and the Liu Family’s daughter walked all the way to the very end.

Almost about to exit the hall.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Finally, Mr. Liu turned his footsteps to the right.

Holding his daughter’s hand.

"Why aren’t you quickly bowing to thank Master Fang!?"

The crowd erupted.

Saving a life surpasses building seven levels of stupas; Master Fang is his lifesaver, akin to recreating parents. Bowing to thank the life-takers is only natural; everyone concurred, nodding in agreement with Mr. Liu’s action. Without a trace of grandeur typical in large families, he could even humble himself to bow in thanks to Master Fang. This truly demonstrated high quality and character, genuinely noble Divine Race.

But what was astonishing was...

The direction the Liu Family’s daughter knelt to was precisely where everyone had previously underestimated - Fang Yu.

Was that seemingly young and careless young man actually Master Fang? Could Mr. Liu have mistaken, or did the Liu Family’s daughter look at the wrong person?

Under everyone’s gaze, the Liu Family’s daughter completed her bow.

But Mr. Liu found Fang Yu hadn’t stood up but sat respectfully in his place.

This left Mr. Liu feeling somewhat puzzled.

"Master Fang?"

Mr. Liu quietly reminded.

"You called me?"

"Yes, Master Fang, you wouldn’t have forgotten about me so quickly, would you?" Mr. Liu joked.

"No, no, I’m just worried everyone might misunderstand. A youngster like me dares not be called master, so when you addressed me as master, it felt undeserving, so I dared not rise!"

Seeing the normal exchange between the two, everyone was baffled.

It was confirmed that this young man was Master Fang.

It’s him, it’s really him.

The Divine Race member who ate his fruit was wide-eyed, mouth agape, nearly able to fit an egg inside.

Struggling to restrain his shock, he quietly asked, "Are you really that Master Fang?"

"Sorry, I am indeed!"

Fang Yu stood up.

He exuded a regal aura, his demeanor elegant, his expression serene, standing with hands behind.

This sudden change in aura was definitely not deceiving. For a moment, everyone was stunned.

The demeanor of a master. This was unequivocally a master’s demeanor.

The scene was a bit quiet.

Those who had previously reprimanded Fang Yu exhibited extremely awkward expressions.