The middle-aged fat man slapped his thigh hard at that. "A strong medicinal smell? Then that's it... That man had a strange odor on him."
"But what I don't understand is," Feng Jun cut in before the other man could continue, "why did you choose to work with him? Our two civilizations have completely different pharmaceutical systems!"
"Pharmaceutical systems?" The middle-aged fat man was instantly taken aback. He truly had not known that Bian Ji was actually a medical scholar.
Still, he was indeed a qualified businessman. He knew what his main business was, but he also knew to ask about the situation in moderation.
"I don't know the details. That cultivator never displayed any similar expertise, at least not according to the information I received... Do you think this detail is important? If it's convenient, you can tell me about it."
If you don't want to say it, I won't ask—though he truly wanted to know the relevant details, business came first.
"There's no need to go into detail. I'll only explain where the medicinal smell on him came from," Feng Jun said. He would not give the other party any more information, because any seemingly insignificant piece of information could lead to unforeseeable consequences. "Continue. What exactly did he do?"
"What he did..." A strange expression appeared on the middle-aged fat man's face as well. He hesitated for a while before speaking. "Originally, I wasn't qualified to know this information. I was told because I was responsible for liaising with you, but some people don't want it spread any further..."
"You can rest assured," Feng Jun replied gravely. "I only want to know what he did. I have no intention of causing panic in the Federation."
He actually wanted to ask about Bian Ji's current situation, but on