He did not favor one over the other and took out eleven packets of loose medicine from his sleeve, distributing them.
Wu Lan'er lifted her fair wrist to carefully receive it without even looking at what it was. She offered a polite bow and said, "Lan'er thanks Junior Master Zhang."
The disciples below also took the loose medicine one after another. They flipped it over and examined it closely but couldn't make out what it was.
One disciple couldn't resist secretly opening a packet to inspect it. He looked at it, smelled it, and saw only a black, sticky lump. Unable to determine its nature and finding its burnt odor unpleasant, he wrinkled his mouth, dismissing it as some worthless concoction Zhang Yan was using to get rid of them.
However, with Wang Yingfang sitting at the center, he naturally did not dare mock it publicly. Yet he could not suppress a feeling of disdain in his heart.
