The Hatred of the Elder

Alchemy Hall, Elder Cabinet.

Xiao Qingyue descended on her sword and walked in gracefully.

At this moment, in the cabinet, the elder of the Alchemy Hall, Li Qingming, was discussing the poisoning of the water source with a group of deacons who had refined poisonous pills on their own. Everyone was expressing their opinions with a solemn expression.

Seeing that the Sect Master had arrived, they all stood up and greeted her respectfully.

Xiao Qingyue said indifferently, "How's your research on the poisoning of the water source? Can you develop the antidote by today?"

Elder Li was a little helpless from the question and could only reply, "Sect Master, we'll do our best."

"I don't want to hear such a perfunctory answer." Xiao Qingyue didn't give him any face at all. She directly said coldly in public, "Li Qingming, if you still can't figure out the antidote by today, you're to blame."

"I understand, Sect Master."