"Fan Zhidong, don't be ungrateful, quickly hand over the spiritual spring water!"
"Exactly, if you don't hand over the spiritual spring water today, your Fan Family will no longer exist on this street."
"You've even changed the signboard to Shennong Hall, hah, have you even considered if Shennong Hall will have a day to rise again?"
"Nowadays, Chinese medicine is owned by Medicine King Valley. Fan Zhidong, you're courting death, daring to steal the spiritual spring water. If you hand it over, we'll plead with the people from Medicine King Valley for you."
A group of people, filled with righteous indignation, kept shoving, planning to push their way through.
Fan Zhidong tried his best to stop them, but how could he manage?
But from just a few words, Ye Guichen understood the situation.
These people were here for the spiritual spring water.
