Back in the Divine Convenience Store, Xingxing's lecture continued for a few hours. Lin Mo found his chance to slip away from Venom Master Xun and Wu Meiyu's grips by saying he had some matters to attend to at the other specialized lecture hall.
As for Xingxing's threatening gaze that followed him, he did his best to ignore it by holding his breath and dashing out of the pearlescent hall. The moment he was out, he let out a long breath of relief. Navigating that minefield was more mentally taxing than his tribulation.
He shook his head and made his way to the opposite hall, the one belonging to Danzhu.
The atmosphere here was a world away from Xingxing's serene sanctum. The air was hot, thick with the smell of exotic herbs and simmering metals. Instead of quiet contemplation, the hall was filled with the low murmur of intense discussion and the occasional, sharp hiss of an alchemical reaction.
