The Undying City

"Hu Family Young Master, mind your words."

The gathering had been filled with laughter and cheerful chatter, but then this sudden turn of events—and Hu Ma's unvarnished rebuke—made everyone's faces change at once.

Most of them were merely vassals of the Ten Surnames, so they did not dare say anything to Hu Ma. But the Zhu Family Eldest Young Master was instantly displeased. "The Wang Family's refined medical arts have saved countless lives. Since when have they become a means for you to show off?"

"You saw that pill just now. It could bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bare bones."

"Even if the method still has flaws, its wonders are plain to see. Once the pill is perfected, how many people could it save?"

"..."

"Save how many people?"

Hu Ma gave him a cold look. "You know where Purple Taisui came from. Don't tell me you don't know."

"How many living people's lives were traded for a single blood pill like this? And now you call it a miraculous way to save people?"

"On my way back, I saw plague spreading and wars raging all along the roads, with countless dead. If you truly have even a shred of compassion left, why not first consider how to keep those who shouldn't die alive? What kind of achievement is it to save the dead from twenty years ago?"

"..."

His words carried both force and a hint of a charge leveled against them. For a moment, everyone was left speechless.

The Wang Family's young master, in particular, had thought this would be a stroke of genius. He had never expected to be met with such a scolding.

Still shaken from what had happened, his face flushed red, and he could not get a word out.