"But your injuries—" His trusted aide looked at his injuries and hesitated.
He was their young master. What would they do if something happened to him?
"No buts. My injuries are fine," Young Master Tan interrupted him sternly.
The injuries he had suffered in the past were much more serious. His current injuries were nothing to him.
However, he never expected to fail miserably here.
Pharmacist Yin was really an idiot. Even his master was not very intelligent. However, he had no choice but to cooperate with these people. Otherwise, his strength would be insignificant.
"Let's hurry on our—"
"Where are you hurrying to?"
A sudden voice interrupted Young Master Tan, and his pupils constricted.
"Be on your guard!" He reacted instantly.
He retracted his hand from his wounds, regardless of how painful they were, and drew his flexible sword from his belt.
