Hong Fang kept an eye on Chou Alchemist's expression as he spoke.
Chou Alchemist did not seem happy upon hearing the news; instead, there was a faint color of fear between the lines.
"If Chou Alchemist is interested, I can recommend you for a journey to Dan City," Hong Fang observed everything and chuckled inwardly.
"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Grand Protector. I am indeed eager to contribute to the Northwest Battlefield, but alas, I must tend to Emperor Xia's headache. Therefore, I must leave this opportunity to other colleagues from the Imperial Hospital," Chou Alchemist spoke with an air of moral righteousness.
He was muttering in his heart.
Only if his brain were caught in a door would he consider going to Dan City.
How many Master Alchemists have already lost their lives there?
Is it the sixth or the seventh?
It had been one Master Alchemist death every four or five years since Dan City's establishment.
