One quarter of an hour later, the new auction began.
Zhuang Lin arranged for Chu Nanli to be seated in a private room on the second floor before he left with the medicine bottles.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered.
"Drat! How could I forget about that ancestor!"
"Master, what did you say?"
The alchemist walking behind him had not caught what he had said and couldn't help but ask.
"It's nothing, you go ahead and wait for me."
After saying this, Zhuang Lin hurried toward the third floor, leaving behind an utterly confused alchemist.
Upon reaching the third floor, Zhuang Lin saw the man still sitting by the window, sipping tea with extreme composure, showing no signs of anger, which made Zhuang Lin sigh with relief.
