The next day, Qin Han awoke to find the sun already high in the sky. When he stepped outside, he encountered an awkward issue: the glistening gold Red Flag HS7 had been driven away by Song Yuwei, and his own two black cars had been driven to the medical hall by Number 3 yesterday.
With Zhang Henian in the medical hall, Qin Han was not particularly worried. The medical hall was not too far away, so he decided to leisurely walk there.
The market was as noisy as ever. Qin Han strolled along, contemplating which elixirs to concoct to quickly return to the realm of "Five Qi Towards the Origin," which Martial Artists referred to as the Celestial Realm.
"To think I can't see through it, how intriguing."
A voice suddenly rang in Qin Han's ears, halting his steps mid-thought. In such a clamorous market, for someone to precisely project their voice to his ears, the owner of this voice was no ordinary person!
