C165 The Elders of the Guild Praised Him

Days later, Zhang Xing made his way into the Association of Pharmacists' mission hall.

"Old timer, I've come to turn in my mission!"

The Old Apprentice, who had been dozing off, lazily reached for two wood boxes, each over a foot in length. Glancing at the mission table, he suddenly sat bolt upright.

"You completed a five-star mission?"

The Old Apprentice, typically indifferent