Master Wen was so angry his chest heaved, and his face turned red. Although usually a sage-like elder who looked beyond the trivialities of the mortal world, now he was visibly upset.
The guards all spoke up to calm Qiao An down, "Miss Qiao, please calm down."
They couldn't afford to make Master Wen so angry it might affect his health, especially since they were there to ask for medicine.
With a headache, Mu Jingxi held his forehead, wishing he had never let her come.
Now, they had just met, and Qiao An had already managed to infuriate the old man.
Feeling her wrist tighten, Qiao An turned her head and saw Mu Jingxi's displeased expression, "Qiaoqiao, stop making trouble."
Qiao An wasn't making trouble at all; she knew this matter was of great importance and that they were there to ask for medicine.
But...
Just thinking about how Mu Jingxi had been tortured by him made Qiao An's blood boil.
What "hermit sage"? In her eyes, he was nothing but an annoying old man!