Old Zhang hurriedly left the pharmacy and headed towards Zhuo Wu.
"Damn, the people in Moran City wearing white are really fucking black-hearted."
At this moment, Wanyu truly couldn't control the anger in his heart.
Just a mere person in white, at most in the Profound Realm, dared to ask outrageously for a hundred-thousand-year-old great medicine.
"Lord, I guess it's that Shi Jian who wants it."
A young man in ordinary coarse clothes walked over and said in a low voice.
"Hmph, if we catch them making a mistake, otherwise..."
Wanyu's eyes flashed with a trace of ferocity.
Ever since becoming a Shadow Guard, he had never suffered such humiliation.
Now, even a mere Profound Realm dares to ask for a hundred-thousand-year-old great medicine.
It's simply an insult to him.
"But my lord, could there be a problem with this?"
The young man said with some concern.
"Problem?"
"It shouldn't be!"
