A Secret That Can't Be Told to Ling'Er

After about fifteen minutes, the fourth hall master left the apothecary.

The moment he walked out, he turned his head and looked at the apothecary with a strange glint in his eyes.

When he had entered the apothecary and met the heir, he maintained respect and etiquette during the entire conversation. Although they didn't talk much, he expressed his desire to follow the heir's orders.

The result was good, but the extraordinariness of the apothecary left an extremely deep impression on him.

"That young man who is wiping the ground has a bloodline that contains dense human race's power… He isn't ordinary. Also, I can sense some kind of blessing from the person who is reciting poems at the entrance!"

"There's also that Ancient Spirit girl. She has luck on her!"