Those deeply engulfed in sadness shared the stories of "aged sesame, rotten grains" hidden in their hearts one by one without any restraint, turning the solemn front of Xuandu Palace into a place where grievances were aired.
"I hate my master; he kept secrets from me and did not impart all the skills of Alchemy Dao to me. Otherwise, how could he be the First Pill Master in the heavenly pool now? It should have been me; it was all mine."
"I am the First Pill Master."
Mr. Ding never expected that all these Pill Masters underneath him would covet the position of "First Pill Master."
"But luckily, I still have people's hearts. Even if everyone is so sorrowful, no one has come to slander me?"
Mr. Ding inexplicably felt a sense of consolation.
"Why do we all have to listen to Mr. Ding?"
"Mr. Ding is just like a farmer carrying a hoe."
"We are all like immortal and handsome beings, yet we have to listen to a farmer. I am not satisfied."
"I am not satisfied either."
