After everything was cleaned up, Zhi Han took a few deep breaths, calmed her mood, and began to refine again.
Outside the door, the deacons of the Xingfeng Chamber of Commerce were all angry. They could hear the meaning behind zhihan's words. It was obvious that she suspected that there was a problem with the spiritual herbs.
"What kind of person are you? if you failed, then you failed. It's not a big deal, yet you want to push the responsibility on our heads." A Deacon said in dissatisfaction.
"That's right. His strength is limited, but he insisted on being stubborn. He actually wants to blame us for the explosion of his furnace." The other shopkeeper said in dissatisfaction.
"Everyone, stop talking. Everyone has seen pill master zhihan's strength, so don't say such things in the future." Xiang Gaoyuan interrupted them.
Originally, zhihan was already in a fit of anger. If she heard such words, who knew how angry she would be.