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He was asking her to set aside those aspirations.

He wanted her to focus on the traditional roles expected of a woman, such as getting married and starting a family.

By diverting her attention, he hoped to temper her ambition. He didn't want to force her into making a difficult choice after she had become so ambitious.

A marriage alliance with other schools was not a viable option for Dier. She possessed extensive knowledge of Piaomiao Pavilion, and she doubted 500 meters would be enough to satisfy her ambitions.

Therefore…

Wuxing was the ideal candidate.

On one hand, she intended to have Wuxing suppress her ambitions, and on the other, she aimed to tie him down.

During this tumultuous period, Piaomiao Pavilion needed someone like Wuxing. He had to remain within its confines and work for its benefit.

Zhao Wuhuai had devised a well-thought-out plan.

He was merely informing Wuxing of his intentions.

He had no intention of rejecting the Elder Miss from Piaomiao Pavilion.

Zhao Wuhuai reflected on his thoughts.

However…

Wuxing found himself in a dilemma.

In the past, he might have married Zhao Dier to solidify his position within Piaomiao Pavilion.

But circumstances had changed.

His ambitions were no longer as strong.

What he needed to do was to make Lingyun turn around, and he could handle the rest later.

However, at this moment, when he had no intention of marrying Zhao Dier, such a challenging proposition was unexpectedly thrust upon him.

Wuxing felt a complex mix of emotions, but his inclination leaned more towards refusal.

But…

It was the Head who personally conveyed this to him.

If he were to reject the proposition, what would be the consequences?

Instead, he would become someone beyond imagination.

"Head Elder," Wuxing spoke up. He intended to explain why he was reluctant to accept.

"Oh?" Zhao Wuhuai frowned slightly, expressing his dissatisfaction with Wuxing's failure to give an immediate affirmative response.

Wuxing was about to speak…

Just then, the door to the alchemy room swung open, and the alchemist stepped out.

"How did it go?" Zhao Wuhuai inquired with concern, addressing Dao Seeking.

The Flying Pill was directly tied to the collaboration between Piaomiao Pavilion and Haitian Auction House, so it required their utmost attention.

It would be ideal if they could refine the pill promptly and possess a bargaining chip.

The alchemist's expression was grim.

He shook his head slightly.

"What?" Zhao Wuhuai's disbelief was evident as he strode straight into the alchemy room.

The room still emitted the scent of burnt herbs. Inside were ten defective pills.

"I carefully studied the Flying Pill and examined all the herbs used. Then, I attempted to refine the pills with fire. However, before the process was completed, for some reason, the pills turned out to be defective," the alchemist explained.

"…"

"The ingredients are all prepared, it's just a matter of controlling the fire. We can try a few more times. But as soon as the pill is placed in the furnace, it turns bad. We've never encountered such a situation before, so we're at a loss on how to proceed," the alchemist explained in a panic.

This failure marked the first time they had encountered such an issue since they began crafting the pills.

It was a complete setback, and they didn't know where to begin troubleshooting.

"Are there any other details about this pill? Without input from the alchemist, the chances of successfully making it are very low," the alchemist stated bluntly.

They were eager to succeed, but at the moment, they were at a standstill.

Zhao Wuhuai was also infuriated.

He never expected such a significant setback to occur just as they were on the verge of success!

In frustration, he slammed his hand on the table, sweeping the defective pills aside.