Dragon War was seething after his loss. It was a humiliation he couldn't swallow. He had wanted to corner that Wang Meng fellow but never got the chance. Instead, he heard that Fan Hong was always at the Alchemy Institute.
Dragon War took Chan Jing straight to the Alchemy Institute to cause trouble. A Steward at the Alchemy Institute was, to put it bluntly, just a handyman—a job only the weakest Cultivators would take. This was the perfect chance to show Chan Jing how wise she was to follow him.
Dragon War swaggered into the Alchemy Institute and immediately spotted Fan Hong sweeping the entrance. Fan Hong saw Dragon War too—and his eyes widened when he saw Chan Jing. The smile on his face vanished. 'He had told himself he'd figured it out and let her go, but it was all a lie. He had just buried the pain. He didn't want to cause any more trouble, but that didn't mean others would leave him alone.'
"Welcome to the Alchemy Pavilion. How can I help you?" Fan Hong forced a smile.
