Outside Treasure Pavilion.
Two figures supported each other, but their legs were still weak and wobbly, like those of a soft-shelled shrimp. Even clinging to each other, they seemed on the verge of collapsing.
They looked up at the somewhat piercing sunshine, their faces growing paler.
With his mind filled with those dazzling arrays of pills, Nangong Shoucheng's pale lips quivered, "It's over, what kind of existence have we provoked?"
"We must inform the family head immediately..."
Beitang Kong said hastily.
With each step as soft as the last, they headed towards their respective family estates.
Meanwhile...
Xiao Yi in Treasure Pavilion was signing a contract with Nalan Qianqiu.
The contract specified:
