A and B Class Academy?
Xin Lin paused upon hearing this and pretended to be careless as she bumped into the student next to her.
"What's going on, are you blind?"
The student from the Martial Arts Academy said irritably.
"Sorry, I'm in a rush to buy medicine. Someone in my family is injured, so I came to buy some golden sore medicine."
Xin Lin quickly apologized.
These few students were clearly old students from the Martial Arts Academy. Xin Lin, being from the Spirit Institute, rarely interacted with those from the Martial Arts Academy. Moreover, she wasn't wearing her Spirit Institute uniform today, so they likely wouldn't recognize her.
The other student glanced at Xin Lin and, seeing her young age and cute appearance, wasn't inclined to be angry.
"Forget it, forget it, I don't feel like arguing with you. Save your energy when buying medicine; the Alchemy Hall's golden sore medicine has been hoarded, and there's no stock this month."
