"Are there really so few of you in the sect?" Ansheng looked at Yang Bowen with a face full of surprise. "You almost got wiped out."
When he heard Yang Bowen say that he was a descendant of the Medicine King Palace sect, Ansheng had been muttering to himself, wondering why Wang Qiqi never mentioned it.
He even thought about using the Security Bureau's phone database to look up information about this Medicine King Palace later.
Turns out... I almost wiped it out myself.
What kind of sect only has six people in total?
If they were all putting in a holding cell, there might not even be a single guarantor to pay the fine tonight.
"Uh...."
Listening to Master Fuli's sarcasm and seeing the bewildered look on his face, Yang Bowen blushed and said awkwardly, "Our Medicine King Palace has always been about quality over quantity in accepting disciples, after all... it's a society of law now. If a rogue disciple comes out of our sect, we can't really do anything."
"After all..."
