Shen Haoran watched Liu Yan's retreating back, his face expressionless. He had just arrived at the Medicine Hall, yet he'd already given the Hall Master and his Direct Disciple a harsh scolding. Even though they had provoked him first, it was still rude for a guest to behave that way, so he had decided to lend Liu Yan a hand. Whether the young man could grasp the lesson was entirely up to him. Fortunately, Liu Yan hadn't lost hope in Alchemy and had come to his senses.
"Thank you, Young Friend Shen. Otherwise, my Medicine Hall would have lost a talented Alchemist!" Seeing Liu Yan come to his senses, Hall Master Hong cupped his fist toward Shen Haoran and spoke with a wry smile. Liu Yan's Talent was indeed quite good; he was just normally arrogant and proud. The Hall Master knew he had been negligent in his guidance, which was why Liu Yan had gone astray. Fortunately, Shen Haoran had knocked some sense into him today.
