Regret!
If there were a medicine for regret in this world, everyone would undoubtedly fight with all their might to obtain it.
Especially Deacon Fu. He promptly pulled an iron plaque bearing the character "nine" from his robes and offered it up. "This, young friend Yang Xilin, it was my poor eyesight just now—I failed to recognize Mount Tai before me. I hope you will not blame me, not blame me, haha."
Seeing Deacon Fu's sincere attitude, as the saying went, one did not strike a smiling face. Yang Chen naturally would not pursue the matter any further. After all, there was no deep conflict between him and Deacon Fu, and it was perfectly normal for the other man to strictly uphold his duties.
With that in mind, Yang Chen accepted the iron plaque, cupped his hands, and said nothing more as he left together with Ruan Jinling.
As Yang Chen and Ruan Jinling departed, countless gazes inevitably gathered on them. Everyone's eyes were fixed in their direction, first because of Saintess Jinling, and second because of what had just happened—they had all recognized Yang Chen.
"This Yang Xilin is actually going to refine pills?"
"What is going on...?"
As the crowd discussed among themselves, Yang Chen said gratefully, "Thank you, Miss Ruan. If you had not been here, I truly would have been worried about whether I could obtain this opportunity today."
Ruan Jinling looked at Yang Chen with her pair of bright, watery eyes, her red lips parting slightly. "Young Master Yang, there is no need to thank me. It was merely a small effort. But... you must think this matter of alchemy through carefully. When it comes to ninth-grade pills, without absolute alchemical strength, it is simply impossible to succeed. If you wish to back out now,