Rage surged in Tan Yongsheng's heart. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't find a rebuttal. He merely shot him a vicious glare, then turned and left, refusing to spare him another glance.
The other guards also shot him nasty looks. None of them had a favorable impression of Yi Tianyun. They were part of Tan Yongsheng's group, and since Tan Yongsheng loathed him, they were no different.
Yan Lingxue glanced over and could only apologize. "I'm sorry, Young Master Yi. They aren't bad people at heart, they're just a little suspicious of you. Please don't take it to heart."
Yi Tianyun was rendered speechless. 'Not bad people at heart? Maybe not bad to *you*, but they're certainly not good to *me*. The hostility is so thick, you'd think they want to kick me out of the group.'
"It's nothing to worry about. Miss Yan, what kind of Spirit Medicine are you looking for?" Yi Tianyun asked.
