But when Zhou Xuan chased to the hall on the first floor, he was taken aback.
Ye Qingtang and Lin Long were still in the hall and had not left.
At the entrance stood the Apothecary with many citizens behind him, blocking all the exits.
Zhou Xuan watched the scene before him and faintly sensed that something was off.
"Apothecary… you all are…" Zhou Xuan said hesitantly.
However, that elderly in the hall had lost all previous humility at that time. He stood upright, and a frightening smile hung on his face while the citizens behind him were devoid of emotions. The initial respect and uneasiness were no longer present on the masses' faces, and a violent cold expression similar to that of a wild beast glistened in their eyes.
Ye Qingtang narrowed her eyes. Looking at the group of people that was blocking her way, she tightened her grip on Lin Long's wrist instinctively.
