"Have you forgotten your place? If Lingyu Palace hadn't been kind enough to take you in, there would be no Pharmacist Zhao today. You'd have died on the side of the road long ago, your bones rotted to dust, with not even a scrap left behind."
The newcomer was dressed in the clothes of a Cyan Yuan Sect Servant Disciple. These were Servant Disciples the Cyan Yuan Sect recruited in Taiyu City to handle miscellaneous tasks.
These Servant Disciples went through a rigorous selection process, yet there were still moles from other sects among them.
The man before him was one of them.
"Steward Qian, this disciple has never forgotten the Sect's kindness. But you know my current situation. I can feel someone watching me in secret these days. If I'm discovered now, it could ruin the Sect Leader's plan."
Zhao Qiyang said hurriedly.
