Huo Yao made eye contact with Wang and promptly knew what he wanted to ask. She said, "I can't tell you."
The moment Wang heard this, he looked disappointed. "Can't you tell me?"
Huo Yao narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "Sorry. Why do you ask anyway?"
Wang sat in the chair weekly. Oh yes. Why did he want to know?
His master had already disappeared for years. How could his master possibly know this young woman?
Even if their technique was similar, it was probably pure coincidence.
Wang sighed as he pondered. He raised his hand, waved it, and said softly, "Nothing."
Huo Yao raised her brow.
Before long, Wang composed himself. He looked at Huo Yao and said, "The Apothecaries' Association is always interested in new talent. Would you like to join us?"
