Feng Yin resumed the process of training, concocting medicine, and treating illnesses, arranging for a high-grade appointment every day, and releasing a batch of low-grade medicines every two days.
The quantity varied; sometimes fifty pills, sometimes sixty.
At the least, fifteen pills.
At night, he would go out to carry out missions for Heavenly Judge, and the reputation of the gentle assassin grew louder in the vicinity of Yuezhou City.
Dong Xiaoyan felt a sense of crisis.
Feeling that this gentleness was threatening her own status, she started to take on missions with increased fervor.
And she would grumble endlessly in front of Feng Yin.
"This gentleness is really annoying."
"I have no idea where it came from, how it improved so quickly."
"I bet it's up to no good."
Feng Yin brushed it off with a laugh.
