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Hearing this, Murong Yixuan's face turned cold. He pursed his lips with a cold and handsome face and said nothing. He just looked at the man in fancy clothes who was sick and said, "Since you don't listen to my advice, wait for your second master to come back and let him take the person back!" As soon as he finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the person who was being pressed down, and turned around and left.
Not long after he left, a middle-aged man led by a monk came hurriedly. He looked grim and said, "Why didn't you tell me that he had finished his medicine? Didn't I ask you to take good care of him? How could something like this happen!"
The second master of the Yin family walked quickly into the room, and when he saw the person who was being pressed and fell ill, he quickly took out the medicine, poured out a pill, stepped forward, pinched his mouth and stuffed it in. Soon after the pill entered his mouth, the person who was struggling and roaring gradually calmed down, and then fell down and fell unconscious.
Seeing this, he glanced at several monks with a cold face: "What is going on! Why did Heng'er get sick so early?"
Several monks were just breathing a sigh of relief when they heard the second master's shout. They couldn't help but look at each other and then reported the matter to him.
"Is it the manager of Tiandan Tower?" Master Yin frowned. "Didn't we tell him when we came back two days ago? We are here to seek medical treatment. Don't provoke the ghost doctor. The young master is ignorant. Are you people who follow him also ignorant of the seriousness of the matter? If we make enemies with Tiandan Tower because of this, how can his illness be cured? Have you ever thought about it?"
His face was filled with anger, and he stared at them angrily: "I wonder how you are going to deal with this after something like this happens!"
"Please punish me, Second Master!" Several people knelt on one knee, finally realizing the seriousness of the matter. If the young master could not seek medical treatment, they would be afraid that they would not be able to escape the wrath of the master of the family when they returned.
Master Yin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, calming his furious mood before asking, "Where is Master Murong?"
“Before the Second Master arrived, my subordinates went to ask Master Murong to come over. However, after Master Murong knew that you had taken action against that Steward Leng, his face turned as pale as ice and he left, saying, saying…” The cultivator lowered his head and dared not say anything more.
"What did you say?" Master Yin asked with a frown.
"Tell the second master to take the young master back when he comes back." The monk said in a low voice.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Master Yin's face changed slightly. He stepped forward and kicked the cultivator: "You are not capable of doing anything helpful, but always causing trouble!" He turned around and walked out, unable to hide his anger. The cultivator who was kicked groaned and dared not say anything more.
Master Yin came to Murong Yixuan's courtyard and saw him sitting in the courtyard drinking tea, with an expressionless and distant look on his face. Seeing this, his eyes flickered slightly and he walked forward: "Master Murong."
"Second Master Yin." Murong Yixuan looked at him and nodded slightly.
"I just found out what Ziheng did. I didn't expect that even though I warned him again and again, he still ignored my words." Second Master Yin came to the table and sat down, sighing softly, "Now that the disease has flared up to this point, the situation is getting more serious, and the ghost doctor has not been seen yet. I am really worried."
Murong Yixuan gently turned the teacup in his hand and said, "Second Master Yin, I'm sorry I can't do anything about Ziheng's matter. I'm going back to the sect in a few days, and I will apologize to Immortal Mu Xin then."