In the morning, preparations were already underway for Bai Zihan's journey to the Mu Clan.
His extravagant flying ship was ready, adorned with clan insignias and flanked by guards.
"Mu Clan, huh!"
To be honest, he didn't really like going to his mother's clan.
It wasn't that they were crazy in a bad way—but when it came to alchemy, they were downright obsessive.
They could talk for hours about a single herb's root quality or the exact moment a pill furnace's flame should flicker.
They barely cared about the outside world, and trying to have a conversation with them about anything other than pills was like pulling teeth.
All in all, they were a bunch of boring weirdos who only knew how to talk about medicine.
But what could he do? He'd already agreed to go.
"But is it really okay for you to come protect me, Grand Elder?"
Bai Zihan asked, raising an eyebrow.
With his rising fame, plenty of people had started seeing him as a threat.
