He had already thought that the medical and alchemical skills of the two Miss Mengs were extraordinary, with the air of true masters. Everything they had learned was systematic, far beyond the many unorthodox physicians among the common folk.
Only now did he understand: the two young women had studied under the Imperial Physicians of the court. Their roots were truly formidable.
"Thank you, young hero, for coming to our aid. My disciple and granddaughter were spared danger thanks to you. Please accept this old man's bow."
The old man's hair and beard were white. After learning what had happened, he immediately stepped forward and bowed to Zhao An, without the slightest airs of an elder.
"Senior, there's no need for that." Zhao An stepped forward and raised a hand, helping the old man upright.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the dazzling name above the old man's head.
[Meng Zhongren (White)]
The surging glow of merit didn't merely shine around that name; it also encircled the old man's entire body, making him seem like an immortal descended from the heavens, aloof from the world!
At last, the glow of merit gathered above his head, forming a radiant pillar more than a zhang tall!
Looking at the pillar of light towering three or four meters high, Zhao An fell silent.
The new County Magistrate's six-chi pillar had been the tallest he had ever seen. Now, this old man had taken his place as the King of Merit—the greatest Zhao An had encountered so far!
Zhao An could vaguely make out the sources of the old man's merit.
Some came from using his medical and alchemical skills to heal the sick and save lives, but more crucial was the inheritance of his lifelong learning. The medical books and