"You mean you hadn't gathered a single one of the main ingredients."
Up on the stone steps above them, Cheng Yi couldn't help laughing. "So you're relying on yelling, huh?"
He had been feeling dead tired, but now things had gotten a lot more interesting.
"Why the rush, Third Leader?"
Feeling the strange looks from those around him, Xia Mingtang's old face flushed red. He forcibly suppressed the urge to kick the boy to death where he stood, clenched his fist, and said, "That Greedy Wolf still has to bring me the spirit herbs. He's probably planning to bring everything at once. Besides, the Cunning Fox Hall's birthday gift will take time to arrive too, so I ask you all to wait a little longer."
His voice seemed calm, but inside, the old man couldn't help cursing.
That damned beast was utterly devoid of manners. He knew I was refining pills, yet he couldn't even be bothered to come earlier!
After this humiliating spectacle, if Gu Nanzhi hadn't spoken up for him, once I finish refining this batch of pills, I'll take that wretch's life to vent my anger.
Forget the tigers—even Bai Feng was starting to have doubts. He whispered, "I had something to do last time, so I didn't go over. Didn't you remind him of the rules?"
To live comfortably in Blackwater City, skill alone wasn't enough. One also had to learn how to read the room.
Yan Jin ignored him. The five fingers hidden in her sleeve relaxed slightly, and the silvery sword threads leaped with excitement.
Prolonged despair only made a person's mind suffer more and more.
Ten whole years of imprisonment had taken up nearly half her life.
At first, she had been cautious, searching for a way to escape. Now, Yan Jin truly