"The leader is making a fuss over nothing!" The group of Thirty-two Skillful Hands, emerging from the villa, walked towards the Medicine King Inn under the rising sun, casually chatting. A man around forty, who looked rather distinguished and carried an air of arrogance, said, "That Shen Qiang may have some skills, but he still lags far behind us."
The crowd nodded in agreement, and one person laughed, "That's right, any pharmaceutical family takes hundreds of years to form properly. Which of the Thirty-two Skillful Hands hasn't stood firm for a thousand years?"
"Yes, that Shen Qiang comes from nowhere. He probably just stumbled upon a Pill Recipe legacy, not someone who can make it to the big leagues."
Everyone laughed heartily at his words, and the arrogant middle-aged man laughed out loud.
