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It was rare for Ling Chuxi to see such a funny expression on Huangfu qingjue\'s face. Thinking about Yue Kaili\'s white hair and wrinkled face, then looking at Huangfu qingjue again, she burst out laughing.

"Shopkeeper Qian, this is Ling Chuxi, Senior Sister Ling. She is old Sir Yue Kaili\'s senior uncle and also a spirit Alchemist that I invited back. This is senior brother Huangfu qingjue." Xia Yimin\'s face darkened, and he introduced the two to the shopkeeper.

"Hehe, this old man\'s eyes are dull. I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry. I\'ll take you to see the pavilion master now." The shopkeeper surnamed Qian made a big mistake and covered up his embarrassment as he led the way.

The inside of the Dan Xin Pavilion was even more spacious than it looked from the outside. It looked antique, but upon closer inspection, it was extremely luxurious. Just the luminous pearls used for illumination were the size of goose eggs. Ling Chuxi was secretly speechless. It seemed that selling pills was indeed a profitable business.

Soon, they arrived at the luxurious reception hall on the third floor.

When the door was pushed open, there were already dozens of guests in the hall. In the main seat, there was an old man with a white beard and a white head. His brilliance was restrained and his aura was calm.

"Yimin, you\'re back too. We were just waiting for you." The old man said in a friendly manner when he saw Xia Yimin.

"Pavilion master, I\'m late. Sorry to keep you waiting." Xia Yimin said as he bowed. It turned out that the old man was the pavilion master of the pillheart Pavilion. Meng Fusheng.

"If you know you\'re late, why aren\'t you sitting down? don\'t you know what kind of critical juncture our pillheart Pavilion has reached? why are you still dawdling?" A middle-aged man beside him muttered.

Although the other two men didn\'t say anything, they also had a reserved look on their faces, as if they didn\'t want to be associated with Xia Yimin.

Ling Chuxi noticed that the clothes these people were wearing were of the same style as Xia Yimin \'s. They were all embroidered with the logo of the pill Heart Pavilion. He remembered that shopkeeper Qian had addressed Xia Yimin as the fourth manager, so he assumed that these people were the other managers.

However, it seemed like these deacons weren\'t close to Xia Yimin, and they didn\'t show any good expressions in front of outsiders. Ling Chuxi realized that in the current pill Heart Pavilion, other than external threats, there were also internal problems. These deacons were not as united as they seemed to be.

Xia Yimin was already used to their rejection, so he didn\'t show any displeasure.

"Deacon Xia, didn\'t you go to Qing Yuan City to invite the Yue clan\'s descendant? Why don\'t I see him?" The tone of the middle-aged Deacon from before clearly carried a sense of condemnation. His eyesight was quite good, and he knew that the young man and woman in front of him were only in their twenties, so they couldn\'t be descendants of the Yue clan.

"Alchemist Yue has an urgent matter to attend to and can not come, so I specially invited him ..." Xia Yimin explained as he introduced Ling Chuxi\'s identity to him. However, he was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"So you invited his disciple? Deacon Xia, although our pillheart Pavilion is currently facing a difficult situation, we\'re not at the end of our rope yet. Not just anyone can come here to freeload, much less waste materials for young disciples to learn alchemy. " The deacon said in a very impolite manner.

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