Chu Yi made his way to the Hengyue Sect.
Because of the lesson learned from last time, coupled with the drastic change in the current situation of the Hengyue Sect, Chu Yi smartly wore a black robe and even donned a straw hat.
Now is not the time to casually court trouble; one reason is that he must disguise the fact that his body hasn't fully recovered, and the other, of course, is to avoid adding more trouble to himself.
But as he passed by the Disciplinary Hall, Chu Yi still saw many disciples from afar, each holding quite a few things.
Needless to say, these people were probably here specifically to flatter Yin Zhiping, waiting patiently.
The air was filled with loud shouts.
"Line up, line up, everyone line up nicely, Spiritual Pills and Spiritual Liquids, come over here."
"Just one Spirit Grass, and you have the nerve to give it away."
"One-pattern Spirit Pill, ha, don't you have anything better to offer?"
