Only then did the old man dressed like an old farmer turn around and look at Old Beggar and the other. Only then did Ye Xiwen see clearly that, unlike Old Beggar, who looked filthy yet ruddy-faced, Medicine King looked entirely like an old farmer tending medicinal herbs. His essence was restrained within, and there was nothing remarkable about him at all.
Yet Ye Xiwen knew that having nothing remarkable about him was precisely the most extraordinary thing. How could someone honored as the Medicine King truly be like an elderly farmer?
"You both look very healthy. Which one of you needs saving?" Medicine King glanced at them. In that instant, Ye Xiwen felt as though everything about him had been seen through.
"You tell him yourself." Old Beggar uncorked his wine gourd, took a drink, and said.
"It's like this, Senior." Ye Xiwen told Medicine King every detail of Ye Qianqian's situation.
"So that old demoness still has a fragment of her remnant soul in this world." Medicine King spoke calmly. "I have not acted for many years. If Old Beggar had not brought you here, I would not even have agreed to see you. Fine. If I refuse him, he truly will tear apart my medicine garden."
"It's good that you know. This brat suppressed and killed the final fragment of Lord of Death's Primordial Spirit. That should count as a great merit, shouldn't it? If you can stand by and watch someone die even after that, I'll tear apart your lousy medicine garden!" Old Beggar spoke as though it were only natural, looking every bit like an unreasonable rascal.
"You old fellow, after all these years, you still haven't changed at all!" Medicine King wore a somewhat helpless expression. "Fine, bring her over first and let me