Faced with Di Shitian's questioning, the Divine Physician was flustered while his mind raced to search for the hidden flaws in the matter. Yet no matter how he pondered it, he could not figure out how Nameless had broken free of the Blood God Pill's control—unless... unless Nameless was not Di Shitian's blood descendant. But if he uttered such a treasonous answer, he feared he would lose his life before he finished speaking.
"Hmph!"
Fortunately, Di Shitian merely snorted coldly, seemingly unwilling to pursue the matter further. Or perhaps he had already thought of the key issue himself. Turning his back, he said coldly, "If your medical skills were not truly rare, this mistake alone would have been enough for me to—"
Before he could finish, Di Shitian's expression abruptly changed. Another mouthful of blood suddenly spilled from his lips as he let out a pained groan. Beneath his mask, a trace of dark green-black poisonous vapor had begun to coil around his face.
"Poison Through Walls is acting up again? Master, I already warned you that you can use the power of Maha Wuliang at most once a day."
The Divine Physician's expression shifted slightly as he spoke, but his hands moved swiftly. He quickly administered needles to Di Shitian, easing and suppressing Poison Through Walls, then treated his bones and injuries. Secretly, he was shocked by the formidable enemy who had grievously wounded this godlike man.
After a while.
Di Shitian's breathing stabilized. He waved the Divine Physician away and sat alone upon the divine throne in the cave. Reaching up, he removed the Mysterious Ice Mask from his face, revealing a slightly aged, square face.
He had thick brows, large eyes, and a gaze as sharp as an eagle's. Only after removing the mask and being alone