The old village chief arrived, and the uproar in the crowd subsided.
The old village chief represented the most ancient faction of Qingqiu's Divine Mountains and was absolutely loyal to the High Priest. Even the Beastmen who had been causing the most ruckus didn't dare to speak ill of the High Priest in front of him.
But after such a disturbance, the crowd wore complicated expressions. No one else came forward to get medicine. The Beastmen who had already received their packets were now too wary to drink it.
Sang Luo looked at the patient lying on the ground, then raised a hand, conjuring a ball of flame and tossing it at him.
The half-dead Beastman shot up from the ground and darted dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye. He frantically slapped at a small spark burning on his clothes, cursing, "Fuck! You damn female! How dare you attack me!"
