At the entrance to the Vermilion Bird Barracks.
Chen Changming spotted a familiar man.
It was the fellow who had bought his Sweet Dew Art some time ago.
Looks like he couldn't get any results, so he's come to settle the score... Chen Changming chuckled inwardly and strode out of the barracks.
"Fellow Daoist, it's been a while."
Chen Changming cupped his hands in greeting.
He wasn't afraid of being challenged. There was nothing wrong with his Sweet Dew Art; the problem lay with the people practicing it.
"Divine Physician Ning, may we speak somewhere private?" The man smiled politely and gestured for him to follow.
"Certainly. Lead the way." Chen Changming nodded.
He followed the man back to the same inn.
Inside a private room at the inn, he saw two unfamiliar middle-aged men.
One was Hall Master Song, and the other was Steward Li.
Hall Master Song's expression was dark as stormy waters. Steward Li glared at Chen Changming, his face burning with anger and his fists clenched tight.
Both had used Spirit Treasures that could alter their appearances, making their faces entirely different from their true features. They therefore had no need to worry about Chen Changming recognizing them-though, of course, Chen Changming didn't know them in the first place.
"Divine Physician Ning!"
The moment Chen Changming entered, Steward Li launched his attack.
He abruptly rose and cupped his hands toward Chen Changming. The gesture appeared courteous, but his gaze stabbed toward him like a sharp sword.
"Why were the results so unsatisfactory after I mastered the Sweet Dew Art? Did you tamper with it and deliberately withhold some crucial secret?"
Suppressing his amusement, Chen Changming said mildly, "I told you from the start that the Sweet Dew Art's effectiveness depends on comprehension. Yours is lacking, so