'Bang——'
The sound of porcelain shattering came from inside the room.
Yong Ye, who had just reached the doorway, was startled, thinking that something had happened to the master, and rushed inside!
"Master!"
When Yong Ye saw Ying Ce, he was still in the posture of taking medicine.
But the soup bowl had already fallen to the ground, breaking into pieces, and the medicinal soup was winding, leaving a mess on the floor...
Yong Ye was utterly shocked!
He had been following the master for twenty years...
From the time he was a reckless youth, the master was like a little adult, whether facing the torturous ailment that struck once a month or surviving the annihilation of his family, even when left in a state of despair...
Yong Ye had never seen such panic in his master's eyes as he did now.
The man who was always calm and controlled, turning clouds and rain at will, holding everything firmly in his hands...
