Several days later, deep within the Yanxia Sect's warehouse.
A huge pile of Yellow Bud Rice was haphazardly stacked into small mounds, each five or six meters tall.
In a corner, Zhang Lang and Li Huan, two Alchemist Apprentices in their forties, sat on bamboo chairs resting.
"Brother Zhang, are we really going through with this?" Li Huan nervously said, clutching a wooden box.
"When it comes to the crunch, do you want to chicken out?" Zhang Lang's brows furrowed.
"But if anything happens to Senior Brother Chen, we..." Li Huan still hesitated.
"It's his own fault for not knowing what's good for him!" Zhang Lang said resentfully, "How dare he reject Vice Court Chief Sun's invitation!"
Seeing Li Huan's indecision, Zhang Lang sighed, "We're just two Alchemist Apprentices, stuck in the middle. What can we do?"
"You're not afraid to offend Senior Brother Chen, but you dare to offend Vice Court Chief Sun?"