Inside the thatched cottage, the pill Qi was like the clouds, and the moist air was filled with a sweet fragrance.
Inside a purple-gold bamboo curtain, a slightly plump middle-aged man in fine clothes could be vaguely seen, carefully concocting the pill formula.
Outside the bamboo curtain, three people stood side by side.
Among them were Mu Canghai and Yan Changhong, and one was a plump old man with eyes that emitted a dangerous arc light.
The thatched cottage was silent for a long time. Only the faint movements of the chubby middle-aged man as he concocted the pill formula could be heard.
However, Mu Canghai and Yan Changhong felt extremely stifled. In the silence, they felt as if they were being tortured.
