"Yuan Mangfu, what are you trying to do?!"
Yi Feng, who had originally been strolling over at an unhurried pace out of consideration for his status, instantly arrived at Chen Mo's side. He stared at the burly figure charging in from the entrance like a raging storm, his eyes brimming with undisguised disdain.
"Scholar Yi, why are you so nervous? It's not like I'm going to eat your precious disciple."
The man called Yuan Mangfu wore his displeasure openly. His gaze settled on Chen Mo.
"You're Chen Mo, right? Your physique looks excellent—perfect for our Forging Martial Hall. What a pity. I happened to be away from the sect that day; otherwise, how could it have been Yi the scholar's turn to become your master?"
Hearing this, Chen Mo did not know how to respond and merely looked at him.
Before him stood a short-bearded man around two meters tall, built like one of those muscular Western brutes from his previous life. A tough, valiant aura radiated from his entire body. One look was enough to tell that he possessed an extraordinarily powerful physique.
"Yuan Mangfu, this is the Apothecary Hall. I advise you to watch your words." Yi Feng looked displeased.
Being provoked right in his own territory, with the other man even looking as though he wanted to steal his disciple, was not a pleasant feeling.
"So what if this is your territory? Can you beat me up?" Yuan Mangfu laughed.
There was even an eager, itching-for-a-fight look in his eyes.
Chen Mo quietly edged half a step away. At the side, Yao Guangzhi had long since retreated to the pharmacy doorway, seemingly still shaken by lingering fear.
Reluctantly shifting his gaze from Chen Mo to the Black Scaled Beast, Yuan Mangfu immediately revealed a regretful expression.
"What