The letters previously sent by Qingshan Village would be given to him after the master read them, but this time, they were delayed, so Han Yi decided to remind him.
However, it seemed the master intentionally ignored the hint, put down the letter, dipped his brush in ink, and began writing.
Under Han Yi's puzzled gaze, the man spoke softly, "How did Elder Qi fare after testing the medicine last time?"
Han Yi could only suppress his doubts and report, "Elder Qi kept complaining, claiming the prescription we sent was just so-so, on par with his own. He wants to dedicate himself to researching a more effective formula and doesn't want anyone to disturb him."
The man's hands continued moving fluidly, his writing bold and powerful, as he responded with a simple "Hmm."
