Qi Yun (2)

Yan Ming turned around and left. The God Venerable called Qi Lin followed him. Under the lead of the middle-aged man, he pushed the door open and walked out, closing the door.

"Swish…!" A gust of wind blew and Yun Feng's body instantly retreated from the side. A hand missed her and glimmers appeared on the surface of the mask. The masked man, who was sitting in the middle just then, had already arrived in front of Yun Feng!

"I see. As a pharmacist, you're quite strong." The masked man whispered. His words sounded muffled through the mask. His black eyes were like an eagle seeing its prey, emitting an unusually interested light. Yun Feng curled her lips indifferently. "It's just so-so."

"Just so-so? You're too humble." Another gust of wind blew and the masked man returned to his seat. He gently brushed the mask on his face with his finger and tapped it gently. "I'll prepare a special pharmaceutical room for you. Nobody will disturb you."