Tie Dan concealed his presence, blending in with the group of miscellaneous workers as he left the Alchemy Workshop. As he passed by the front hall, he indeed saw a Nascent Soul Female True sitting behind that Purple Locust Wood-patterned medical table in the diagnosis room on the west side. A screen obscured her form and face, while smoke and mist surrounded her; her charming silhouette was partly obscured by clouds, appearing and disappearing, hidden from the mortal eye.
This time, not only did Tie Dan miscalculate, but this Alchemy Master also took a hard fall, thoroughly fooled and taken for a ride. The calming agarwood incense couldn't settle her mind, and she couldn't shout out her anger. She could only simmer in frustration, her indignation growing the more she thought about it. Unable to contain her frustration, she let out an angry, delicate gasp, her chest heaving, her mind in turmoil, failing to notice someone sneaking out from the secret chamber.
