The gentle patter of the continuous drizzle on the bougainvillea was likened to Shen Qiang and the Baihua Palace Master. Meanwhile, as the two tarried in bed, the numerous alchemists of the Thirty-two Skillful Hands had already gathered outside the residence of their leader, Pan Zheng.
The rain was misty, and Pan Zheng did not seem inclined to meet any guests.
The representatives from the Thirty-two Skillful Hands were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
"The alchemists from the Heshenghe Pill Alliance quietly stole a lot of our business yesterday. Now, their prices are at least twenty percent lower than ours. Given the efficacy is the same, we're afraid we'll lose more orders today."
"We must think of a way. Right now, the alchemists of the Heshenghe Pill Alliance are forcing us into a price war. If it really comes down to that, it will be mutually destructive."
