Just as Zhao Rong was feeling confused, the Black Ghost suddenly burst through the door. Seeing him arrive, Zhao Rong's face lit up with unexpected joy.
"Black Ghost, you're finally here! I was starting to think you'd run off."
As the Black Ghost began pulling various medicinal herbs from his cloak, he replied, "If I hadn't come, how would you be able to concoct the Elixirs to detoxify them?"
Watching the Black Ghost continuously pull out herbs from his cloak, Zhao Rong heaved a long sigh of relief. He felt a sense of reassurance as he said, "Now that you're here, I feel confident…"
However, when Xuelian and Yu Lan saw the Black Ghost, they were both taken aback.
Xuelian sized him up, took a step back, and said, "Brother Zhao Rong, who is this person? He looks like some kind of scavenger, doesn't he?"
Yu Lan furrowed her brow and stared at the man. "What scavenger? He's clearly just a disabled simpleton…"
