The Mountain Tribe of Shuzhou had entrenched themselves in Shuzhou for thousands of years.
Even during the Ganyang Dynasty, when the Barbarian Tribe occupied Shuzhou, the Mountain Tribe on Wumeng Mountain had still managed to preserve themselves.
What they relied upon was their unfathomable methods of poisoning and the arts of Witchcraft and Gu.
Ordinary Jianghu people could forget about getting close. Even if they remained on high alert, they would unknowingly fall beneath the Mountain Tribe's poisons.
Much less the frail physicians of the Nine Bends Lineage?
Pei Guanli looked at Wen Xiuyin and asked with a grin, "This is how I've always done things. If you can't stomach it, Sister, you can go fetch your Master."
"Let me see whether that so-called Nine Bends Divine Doctor dares bare his fangs at the Mountain Tribe in Shuzhou."
"You?!"
Wen Xiuyin's face turned livid, her chest heaving with rage, yet she did not dare utter another harsh word.
Before coming to Shuzhou, her Master, the Nine Bends Divine Doctor, had instructed her—better offend Marquis Dingyuan than provoke the Mountain Tribe.
It was not because Marquis Dingyuan or the officials of Shuzhou were weak, but because the Mountain Tribe was powerful.
Moreover, as word spread that the Five Poisons Sect had once again suffered a setback at the Mountain Tribe's hands, Jianghu people from other prefectures were reminded of the Mountain Tribe's fearsome might.
Thinking of this, the anger in Wen Xiuyin's chest dissipated somewhat. Her expression eased as she said:
"Miss Pei, my junior brother spoke rudely to you earlier. As his Senior Sister, I apologize to you on his behalf."
Following Jianghu custom, she clasped her fists and bowed.
At once, everyone watching inside and outside the Medicine Hall began laughing. Even the common folk who knew nothing of