At the same time, in Apricot Forest Pavilion, Elder Feng had just finished seeing a patient and was sitting in the hall drinking tea.
Several cultivators walked in, bowed to Elder Feng, and said respectfully, "Someone in our clan has been gravely wounded. We must trouble Elder Feng to lend his aid."
Elder Feng glanced at the pale-yellow robes embroidered with gold thread that they wore. "People of the Qian Family?"
"Yes."
"How are the injuries?"
One Qian Family cultivator hesitated for a while, then said, "It seems he was injured by extremely powerful fire-attribute spiritual energy. His flesh is charred black, his meridians are damaged, and his breath is faint..."
Elder Feng frowned. "That serious?"
"The clan invited several alchemists to treat him, but they argued among themselves and couldn't make a decision, so we wanted to ask Elder Feng to take a look as well. In Immortal City, Elder Feng's art of alchemical medicine is absolutely without equal."
"You praise me too highly," Elder Feng said. "There's no time to lose. I'll pack up and go over at once."
When Elder Feng refined pills and saved people, he did not distinguish between high and low, rich and poor. Whether they were Rogue Cultivators or clan cultivators, as long as they were truly in difficulty, he would generally extend a helping hand.
The Qian Family cultivators bowed respectfully again and said, "Many thanks, Elder Feng."
Elder Feng selected a few medicinal herbs, several bottles of pills, and a few alchemy books to take with him. After giving a few instructions to his apprentices, he followed those cultivators to the Qian Family.
Only after arriving at the Qian Family did he learn that the person to be saved was Qian Xing. Elder Feng's brows drew together, and some displeasure rose