"Is this Bai Mo Pharmaceutical Factory?"
"It seems... quite ordinary, doesn't it?"
Across the road, Hong Xiaoyun, carrying a backpack and a suitcase, lifted her head to look at the Bai Mo Pharmaceutical Factory opposite.
It didn't appear as grand and impressive as she had imagined.
The workshops and factory buildings were all grey and pretty rundown.
Security wasn't very tight; at the security booth by the entrance, several guards were even chatting and laughing.
In her mind, Marquis Qing Yue was also caught in an awkward situation.
"I say, disciple, did you find the wrong place?"
"Look at the sign at the entrance; it says 'West State Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory,' not Bai Mo Pharmaceutical Factory."
"Isn't this just an ordinary factory?"
Whew...
A cold wind blew, sweeping away the dead leaves on the road, and Hong Xiaoyun tugged her hood of the jacket.
