At the banquet.
Tang Wanli repeatedly raised his cup in salute.
To be frank, if Long Aotian had saved Tang Xiaohao through martial skill, Tang Wanli would still have treated him warmly and toasted him in thanks. But he would not have valued him so highly, nor would he have lowered himself like this.
But Long Aotian had relied on medical skill, which was an entirely different matter.
Tang Sect's respect for martial arts masters was limited, because they considered themselves Number One Under Heaven.
Of course, exceptions were made for those of extremely high seniority whose strength could leave them gaping and whose influence made them afraid to show even the slightest disrespect.
But for ordinary martial artists, if your martial arts were inferior to mine and your standing in the martial world was lower than mine, why should I be so polite to you?
Physicians, however, were completely different.
Especially since the medical skill Long Aotian had displayed absolutely surpassed everyone in Tang Sect.
Once Divine Doctor Xue woke up, they could ask him exactly how the treatment had been carried out. But Divine Doctor Xue seemed to have been drained dry. After saving the patient, he had gone back to take tonics, drink nourishing soup, and then sleep like a log.
At this moment, Long Aotian was undoubtedly heaven's favored son, a master living beyond the world. To possess such peerless medical skill at such a young age—nothing else needed to be said. That alone made him worth recruiting for Tang Sect.
Tang Sect was not particularly enthusiastic about martial arts experts, but if your medical skills were exquisite, or if you were skilled in poison-making or pill refinement, or if you understood hidden weapons and mechanisms that they did not understand, could not make, or had