They smiled at each other.
At this moment, at the entrance of the Pill Destiny Pavilion, other than a few Confucian Half-Sages and Grandmasters talking in low voices and laughing as if no one was around, the others did not even dare to breathe loudly.
Even the onlookers quietly retreated.
As for those officials and the two administrators of the Alchemy Division, they were already about 10 miles away.
If they didn't retreat 10 miles away, how could they calm down?
Seeing that no one else was coming, Han Muye and Mu Wan went forward and removed the red silk on the plaque at the door.
"Old Huang's inscription?"
"Oh my god, Old Huang is being controlled by his family. I haven't seen him write for more than a hundred years, right?"
"He's cultivating his internal strength every day now. He's probably as confused as Little Xu."
"I have to say, Old Huang's handwriting has really improved again."
