The people of the medicine Hall left in a hurry, leaving behind Chen yingyao, who had just joined them and had helped them humiliate their former master.
"Do you know your mistake?" "That's why I didn't want to join the hall of medicine," yaowang sighed.
The hall of medicine was no longer a place for pure exchange of experiences, but an organization formed by a group of alchemists who were obsessed with power.
When Chen yingyao was useful, he would naturally be flattered.
Once they lost their value, it was expected that they would be ruthlessly abandoned.
Feeling the care in yaowang's words, Chen yingyao's eyes turned red. She turned around and pouted, ""Master, I know I was wrong!"
Yaowang was a generous person, and she still had hope of becoming his disciple again.
"Since you know ..." Yaowang sighed.
