When treating an illness, one inevitably had to inspect, listen, question, and take the pulse. Taking the pulse was still essential. Seeing the girl's face full of refusal, Ziyang Zhen gave an awkward smile, and even the corners of my mouth lifted. It was clear she was still extremely resistant to contact with outsiders.
"If I don't enter your meridians, it will be difficult to make an accurate judgment. But since you dislike outsiders touching you, I can send Sword Qi threads into your meridians instead. Would that be acceptable?" I asked with a smile. In truth, my current appearance was worlds apart from how I had looked before. I looked no different from one of those long-nosed Daoist priests, and it was only natural that I lacked any air of approachability. So I did not blame the girl for being so prickly.
"Fellow Daoist Xia... I'm truly sorry. My disciple is somewhat... fastidious. She instinctively resists being touched by outsiders... It was discourteous of her." Ziyang Zhen hurriedly spoke up. Then, looking at his disciple, who still wore an expression of refusal, he said, "Your Senior Xia... is even more capable than your master. If even he can't save you... I'm afraid there aren't many people under Heaven who can..."
"Hehe, when all is said and done, he's only at the Wuji Realm. At most, he's my peer. What kind of senior is he? Master, stop flattering him. Maybe he's a fraud!" the girl said deliberately. I truly refused to believe Ziyang Zhen had not told her my true identity. She simply wanted to make her rejection and resistance more obvious.
Ziyang Zhen's expression hardened. "Stop being cheeky with your master! Cough, cough... I went to such lengths to invite Fellow Daoist Xia here... Do you think just anyone