The Divine Healer

"You bastard, you're asking to die!"

Rosy-nosed man was furious. Ever since he'd taken this assignment, he'd stopped anyone he pleased, even disciples of famous sects and scions of Aristocratic Clans. With the wrath of the Great Yue imperial family at his back, this temporary post had been quite the source of prestige. He'd never been treated like this before.

"Shut your mouth! Stand down!"

The brocade-robed man barked. Rosy-nosed man's face turned ashen, and he slowly retreated.

"May I ask how I should address you, brother?"

The brocade-robed man cupped his hands, his eyes roaming over Xu Yi as astonishment filled his heart.

He truly didn't recognize that gold token. But over the past few days, he'd encountered all kinds of identity plaques and had grown too lazy to ask about them. He simply ignored them all and carried on as usual.

But he really couldn't figure out the depths of the man before him. He had only reached the Body Tempering Realm, yet could ride a Mechanical Bird and casually toss out a thousand gold coins—all seemingly just to win an argument.

Such extravagance was beyond even the princes and nobles, let alone their subordinates.

"You're not worthy of knowing this old man's name. One of these days, I'll ask Old Shi when the Yalin Sect started taking in trash like you."

After coldly tossing out those words, Xu Yi urged his Mechanical Bird skyward and soared away.

The brocade-robed man and the others were left staring at one another, unable to utter a word for a long while.

Rosy-nosed man spat and shouted, "What's with the big act? Chief, we're carrying out the imperial decree. We're here to arrest people—who're we supposed to fear? I'll go drag that old coffin-fodder back here and give him three slaps.