The next day, in a side hall of the Pill Hall.
Looking at the Pill Hall Steward—a man who was usually all smiles but now had a grim expression—Jiang He's face was pale with alarm, his heart pounding with unease.
"Steward, may I ask why you summoned me?"
Jiang He forced a smile and asked with a bow.
"Jiang He, pack your things. You will leave the Pill Hall today."
The Steward barely lifted his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over Jiang He without a shred of warmth. His voice was flat yet left no room for argument.
"Wh-why? Steward, I have always been diligent and hardworking! I've never made a single mistake!"
Jiang He felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He snapped his head up, the color draining from his face.
