A Group of Mysterious Young People

After a round of emergency treatment, Wang Feng's life was finally saved. However, the meridians throughout his body had been severed, he had lost a massive amount of blood, and even his internal organs had suffered severe damage.

His path as a soul master was now completely cut off. If they could find an exceptional healing-type soul master, he might still have a chance to walk again someday.

Zhao Wuji carried his student on his back, his gaze constantly drifting toward Yu Xiaogang. If Flender had not been present, he would have slapped him long ago.

They said quack doctors harmed people, but fake masters who pretended to know what they were doing were just as damnable. Earlier, they had told him to examine things properly, yet he had insisted on thumping his chest and guaranteeing everything would be fine.

It was easy for him not to care when the one in danger was neither him nor anyone close to him!

Even Ma Hongjun and Oscar, who were following beside Zhao Wuji, subconsciously kept their distance from Tang San.

The three of them had originally been around the same age and gotten along quite well when they talked, but relationships naturally had degrees of closeness.

Their senior, Wang Feng, had treated them well, often taking them out to eat and drink. Now that something had happened, they not only resented Yu Xiaogang, but also began isolating Tang San.

What could they do? He was the disciple of that useless master!

Tang San did not care much about the others' looks. After all, most of the resentment had been drawn to Yu Xiaogang. He was not the primary person responsible, anyway.

Yu Xiaogang kept his head lowered the entire way, afraid that someone might suddenly bring up his earlier mistake and