Low thunder rumbled from the horizon, and the rain gradually grew heavier.
In an unnamed mountain cave, Chen Yi lit a campfire with a fire starter. Two plump wild rabbits were skewered on a wooden rack above it, turning at an unhurried pace.
Chu Xiudao sat nearby, looking much better than before.
But the Soul-Burning Art had, after all, overdrawn his mind and the true qi in his qi sea, leaving his figure slightly stooped.
He held a bowl made from leaves in both hands and drank water, glancing at Chen Yi from time to time.
Chen Yi naturally knew he had many questions, so he smiled and said, "You must have quite a few questions, senior. Please ask."
Chu Xiudao paused, set down the leaf bowl, and looked straight at him. "What is the story behind your Medical Dao?"
Chen Yi could not help laughing. He had thought Chu Xiudao would first ask about his identity or confirm whether he knew Liu Lang. He had not expected a question about his Medical Dao.
But on reflection, it made sense.
The Soul-Burning Art was overbearing. Chu Xiudao himself had not thought he could survive, so naturally he had questions.
Chen Yi weighed his words. "I have studied the Medical Dao since childhood. I suppose I have learned a little of its surface."
He was in Barbarian Tribe territory now and had to be careful in everything. He could only silently ask Chu Xiudao's forgiveness.
Chu Xiudao grinned, pointing at him as he laughingly scolded, "Its surface?"
"If medical skills that can save me after using the Soul-Burning Art count as merely scratching the surface, what physician under heaven would still have the face to go on living?"
"You flatter me, senior."
Chen Yi said modestly, "Though your life is no