Inside the Spring Breeze Hall, the flickering candlelight illuminated the white-haired alchemist's face, casting a play of dark and light.
As the white-haired alchemist finished speaking, Qin An slightly furrowed his brows.
Yang Quanfeng had sent him to the Spring Breeze Hall with certain intentions.
The Spring Breeze Hall had always had dealings with the Evil Extermination Bureau, and they should have been harmonious.
Yet the old man's tone was tinged with impatience, even subtly carrying an intent to dismiss, which led Qin An to sense there was a story beneath.
After saying this, the white-haired alchemist fell silent and continued to fiddle with his pills.
The atmosphere momentarily stagnated.
The young boy quietly approached and whispered, "Sir, perhaps you should return first. My master has been in a poor mood lately. If you wish to learn alchemy, you may need to wait some more days."
