At dusk, a towering black mushroom in the distance knitted countless roots and mycelium together, obscuring the sky to the point that even the setting sun couldn't shine through, and the night had already enveloped Ji City while the afterglow of the sunset lingered.
The prohibition light flashed at the pharmacy's outer boundaries, yet this seemed to hardly discourage those malefactors from backing off.
Shadowy figures approached from afar, a total of dozens of people. Leading them was a big man at the early-stage of Condensed Liquid, wielding a Short Knife and with a fierce face. Behind him followed a group of people, some of whom already had mycelium growing over their arms and necks.
"Young physician."
The big man squinted his eyes, peeking inside through a slender window gap, and sneered: "Ji City has been sealed off, and we can't get out. My brothers and I are starving, I wonder if it's possible to borrow some grain from the young physician?"
