"Illness?" Master Yan froze. "Young girl, you're wrong. I'm not ill."
The crowd nodded one after another. They had only heard that Master Yan's cultivation was ruined, and he couldn't refine pills, but nothing about him having an illness.
Furthermore, Master Yan had been a fourth-grade alchemist. He would know about any illnesses he had. If he was incapable of treating them, what could Lou Qianxue achieve?
Everyone subconsciously felt that Lou Qianxue was wrong. However, considering the matter involving Xia Zheng and Yan Gongqing, they kept quiet.
It was the cold hard truth that both times Lou Qianxue had slapped their faces.
It still hurt. Since they did not want to get slapped by Lou Qianxue again, they did not dare to talk further.
The scarlet-masked young man beside Master Yan narrowed his sharp, amorous eyes. He observed Lou Qianxue. This girl seems to be weirder than what I had imagined.