They had been walking for almost half an incense stick's time, yet the old man had no intention of stopping.
Duan Rong turned his head to glance at his side, the vast white fog enveloped them. Along the way, they had passed over twenty iron chains, which clearly led to different parts of the sect.
Duan Rong's eyes moved, and he asked tentatively, "Old Qin, Ximen Kankan and Xiao Yu, their iron chains seem to be quite close to each other!"
The old man walked with his hands behind his back, and upon hearing this, he sneered, "One of them is going to the Stone Workshop, and the other to the Weapon Workshop. Both are under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Stable Hall. They are on two adjacent mountain peaks, so of course, the chains are close together."
"Imperial Stable Hall?!" Duan Rong's heart skipped a beat. The term was unfamiliar to him. "Then Old Qin, where do I go to be a Medicine Boy?"
"To Pharmacist Shang's place."
