"Zhu Jianyi, what are you doing here?"
Upon hearing this voice, both Wang Ba and Zhu Jianyi were stunned.
However, compared to Zhu Jianyi's panic, Wang Ba was much composed.
After all, he had encountered far more dangerous situations before. He immediately sent a private message to Zhu Jianyi, advising him to respond accordingly.
At the same time, he reminded the other bluntly.
"Don't do anything stupid."
With Wang Ba's reassurance and warning, Zhu Jianyi's inner struggle finally subsided, and he relaxed his clenched fists.
Lifting up his head, he greeted with surprise and joy:
"Martial Uncle Gao, are you here, too? Are you here to purchase Elixirs?"
The owner of the voice was a slightly overweight older man. On hearing this, his eyes sparkled slightly, then he nodded: "Hmm, I ran out of Elixirs. Where is your master? Has he come too?"