Li Zhirui, disguised as a white-haired old Daoist, displayed a trace of bitterness upon hearing the other's doubt, looking as if there were many unspeakable sorrows.
"Alas!"
He sighed and said, "You two Fellow Daoists are unaware, it's not that I don't want to enter the city, but simply that I don't dare to!"
These words immediately piqued their curiosity. Although they remained vigilant, they were no longer constantly on guard, adopting a listening stance.
"In my life, I have no outstanding qualities but a slight talent in the art of Alchemy. I once thought I could rely on this skill to aid my path, but unexpectedly, a Pill shop has targeted me..."
Li Zhirui's voice suddenly became hoarse and choked as he said, "They want me to sign a contract with the shop, from then on, only to refine Pills for the shop. The terms of the contract are extremely harsh, entirely exploiting my efforts..."
