Everyone had already begun to guide the disciples they had accepted.
Except for Mu Wan'er…
In the village, almost all the villagers who were working and weaving and cooking at home were discussing this matter after this disciple recruitment, after this disciple recruitment.
Some were happy, while others were sad.
They were happy that a young man in their family had been taken in as a disciple by an immortal, but they were worried that it was the opposite.
Mu Wan'er weaved through the villagers and listened to their discussion with an incomparably resentful expression.
"It's all that woman from the Supervisory Temple's fault for doing this!"
Mu Wan'er lowered her head angrily and kicked away the small stone by her feet.
"I have to find another one, but how can it be so easy to find a disciple with alchemy talent…" At this point, Mu Wan'er couldn't help but sigh.
"Move! Move!"
