Medicine Fee

Hua Ci would probably be like this if she were a little more mature!

Lu Ye pondered in secret.

"I find you rather unfamiliar, little friend, but that strike of your Overlord Saber Technique truly carries your father's legacy. The blue surpasses the indigo—there is a worthy successor in the Ye Clan." Though the Little Medical Immortal's expression remained calm, her voice itself carried an exceptionally warm and gentle quality.

Though she was a healer, she was also a Cloud River Tier Nine cultivator. That was why Wu Xie had not resorted to force before.

If they truly fought, Wu Xie was confident he could take her down, but it would still take some effort.

She had clearly sensed the battle between Lu Ye and Wu Xie at the valley entrance. It was not strange for her to recognize the Overlord Saber Technique; after all, Ye Ying often came to Medicine Valley for medicine.

"You flatter me, Fellow Daoist." Lu Ye reined in his wandering thoughts.

The Little Medical Immortal frowned. "Your father calls me Senior Sister. You should call me Senior, then. I am much older than you think."

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Even if the Little Medical Immortal had been hideously ugly, Lu Ye would have had no psychological barrier to calling her Senior. But she wore Hua Ci's face, and there was simply no way he could utter that word.

"My younger sister's old illness has flared up again. It seems much worse than before. I ask Fellow Daoist to lend her aid!" Lu Ye pretended not to have heard her previous words. After speaking, he added, "And this Brother Zhuang..."

"He cannot be saved." The Little Medical Immortal did not even glance at Zhuang Bufan.

The blood instantly drained from Zhuang Bufan's face. His injuries were indeed