"The Pill Pavilion?"
The unfamiliar man froze, looking at Chen Changming in surprise. Reflexively, he asked, "Divine Physician Ning, if you refuse to sell to the Pill Pavilion, could it be that you have a grudge against them?"
"A bit."
Chen Changming smiled faintly. "The Pill Pavilion wanted me to donate this healing divine ability. I refused."
The unfamiliar man flew into a righteous rage at those words. "Outrageous! The Pill Pavilion truly has no regard for law or heaven! How could they expect you to donate such a powerful healing divine ability for nothing?"
"You're right."
Chen Changming gave a meaningful smile. "But how will you prove that you have nothing to do with the Pill Pavilion, fellow cultivator?"
"Well..."
The unfamiliar man was suddenly tongue-tied, unsure how to respond.
He, too, was a disciple of the Medicine Sect, but he could not reveal his identity in public.
"Swear an oath to heaven!"
Inside a luxurious private room on the inn's top floor, Hall Master Song could not help sending a telepathic message.
As though waking from a dream, the unfamiliar man hurriedly told Chen Changming, "Divine Physician Ning, if you don't believe me, I can swear an oath to heaven that I am absolutely not a member of the Pill Pavilion!"
Chen Changming narrowed his eyes at the man and said slowly, "You invited me here for treatment today, but like the old drunkard whose heart wasn't set on the wine, you had something else in mind. All of this was planned beforehand, wasn't it? May I ask who is directing you? If you tell me the truth, I might consider selling you this healing divine ability."
"Well..."
The unfamiliar man sucked in a cold breath. He had never expected Divine Physician Ning to be so perceptive.
But