"Pharmacist Yang, you weren't assigned to leave the mountain this time?"
Zhao Yi's face lit up with surprise when he saw Yang Chan arrive at the Medicine Hall and Pharmacy.
"This is great!"
Then, noticing the strange look on Yang Chan's face, he added another sentence.
A stampede of a thousand Grass Mud Horses thundered through Yang Chan's mind. 'Does this guy not know how to talk, or is that what he really thinks?!'
'Has our friendship soured, or has it always been this rotten?'
"Judging by your reaction, Pharmacist Zhao, you must be eager to take a mission off the mountain. How about I have a word with the Hall Master? I could tell him that Pharmacist Zhao Yi from the Medicine Hall and Pharmacy is keen to go. That way, you'd get the silver coins you need for Refining the Spiritual Rejuvenation Marrow Nourishing Liquid. It would be enough for several attempts."
"It would be a perfect chance to test the results of your recent training."
