There is only one day left until the sect competition resumes.
At this moment, Second Elder Wang Siyu is already so busy that she's practically sending sparks flying, her forehead nearly scorched black from alchemy fumes. She's been performing the Rejuvenation Technique so much that it feels like even her decades-disappeared period might miraculously return. Meanwhile, her dear mother, An Nuan, stood to the side holding a brass-tipped belt, radiating the most innocent smile while instilling the purest form of terror into Wang Siyu.
And she couldn't say a word of complaint, because An Nuan's treatment count was twice hers, and her speed was more than double as well. So all Wang Siyu could do was wail to the heavens and sob to the ground while treating one patient after another nonstop.
Speaking of which, if Wang Siyu is busy to this extent, does that mean the other elders can relax?
Lin Tong answered that question:
"I call bullshit."
