What did that mean? Feng Jun sighed softly. "Sorry, but Zesheng's constitution isn't suited for cultivation."
Zhuang Haoyun shook his head and sighed as well. "I gave the Jade Jue to you, Master. I won't take it back."
"You must take it back!" Feng Jun said decisively. "I shouldn't have accepted it in the first place. Forcing Zhuang Zesheng to cultivate... sigh, his vital energy has been damaged too severely. I shouldn't have held onto false hope."
He was not entirely shirking responsibility. Although he had cured the ailment Zhuang Zesheng had been born with, the boy should have spent several more years recovering before considering cultivation.
Of course, there was no need to mention the selfish test he had conducted... he had not expected this outcome either.
Still, Zhuang Zesheng was truly broad-minded. He said nonchalantly, "I can understand that something went wrong during cultivation. I was also a little too anxious. But Master, there's really no need to return this Jade Jue. It's just a token of my appreciation."
Feng Jun stared straight at him and said in a deep voice, "If you refuse to take it back, I won't handle Zhuang Zesheng's follow-up treatment. Take him away right now."
What Zhuang Haoyun cared about most was his son's injury. Hearing that, he immediately asked, "He still needs further treatment?"
Feng Jun answered gravely, "Today, I gave him a Foundation-Nourishing Pill. I won't go into its value... Yuan Zihao was cured by this pill. In a couple of days, I'll give him an even more precious pill to make sure there are no lingering effects."
Naturally, Zhuang Haoyun had heard that Master Feng had cured Yuan Zihao. He had also seen the Foundation-Nourishing Pill, but he did not know that once someone at Luohua Manor began cultivating, Foundation-Nourishing