880 Medicinal pill competition

The old man nodded, turned to enter the room and reported to the people inside.

Meanwhile, other people who came earlier also noticed and reported to their masters. Therefore, before the start of the convention, someone came to knock on the door and wanted to visit. Unfortunately, Feng Jiu didn't even give them a chance to enter the room.

Sitting in the room, eating and drinking tea. After making one round in the room, she finally lay down on a soft couch, looking at the people below through a slit window. When her eyes fell on the immortal-like figure walking up to the Alchemy Appraisal Platform, Mo Chen seemed to notice and looked in her direction.

With just at a glance, he moved away lightly. However, when he saw the position of the room, surprise flashed in his eyes. He expected that she would come, but he didn't expect that she was Ghost Doctor.

But he was relieved when he thought of her medical expertise.