Thinking about that shrimp, when Bian Heng continued Zhang Tie's treatment that afternoon, Zhang Tie's mind was filled with the image of that instant when the shrimp had thrown its punch. That scene stirred something unprecedented in the depths of his soul. He chatted idly with Bian Heng, who seemed to have something on his mind as well today, frowning as he inserted the needles.
"After today, I'll be leaving Hutuo Mountain for a while—seven days at the shortest, half a month at the longest. I won't be treating you during that time, so arrange your time as you please," Bian Heng suddenly said when he was nearly finished.
Bian Heng's words jolted Zhang Tie awake. "Ah, you're leaving Hutuo Mountain? What is it? Do you need my help?"
"Rare of you to remember that you're my steward!" Bian Heng snorted coldly. "But you can't help with this. I have to go myself!"
"What sort of matter requires you to personally make the trip?"
"The Star Emperor Temple acquired a sample of Golden Soul Talisman Poison and has sent it to the Wa Emperor Palace. They want the Wa Emperor Palace to find an antidote or treatment for the Golden Soul Talisman Poison; failing that, they at least need a convenient way to detect it. The Wa Emperor Palace has gathered people in Wa Emperor City who are proficient in runes, pills, medicine, and all kinds of secret arts to discuss a solution together. Experts from the Star Emperor Temple and Martial Emperor Temple have also come. The Golden Soul Talisman Poison may be connected to the Devil Race, and this concerns the safety of the human race in the Sky-Piercing Realm. The Wa Emperor Palace invited me, so naturally I have to make the trip..."
When Bian Heng spoke