But he had no idea that Yi Feng had not recognized him at all.
They had only played a single game of chess together. Yi Feng had played chess with countless people—how could he remember which old man was which?
In Yi Feng's view, since the poison had no effect on him, it meant its toxins were not enough to threaten someone in the Dao Unification Realm. Then it should not have affected this old man either.
Yet this old man now looked half-dead...
That left only one possibility: this old man had never reached the Dao Unification Realm at all. That was the only explanation that made sense.
"Right, old man? You never reached the Dao Unification Realm, did you?" Yi Feng asked with a gaze that seemed to see through everything.
"You..."
Pfft.
Fu Nantian felt utterly humiliated, his entire face flushing crimson.
Seeing the shame on Fu Nantian's face after being exposed in a single sentence, Yi Feng wore an expression of just as I thought.
Yet he also deeply admired the old man's righteousness.
He had seen people exaggerate their cultivation to avoid going to their deaths, but never someone exaggerating his cultivation as he rushed toward death.
Speaking of greatness, righteousness, and radiance, this old man was the one who truly embodied it.
That was why Yi Feng had wanted to save his life.
Of course, he was also treating a dead horse as if it were alive. He had no idea whether he was prescribing the right remedy.
But judging by the old man's complexion, those herbs seemed to be having some effect.
Still, Yi Feng's heart sank into sorrow.
Not only had nothing happened to him so far, but the herbs he had mixed could even cure this poison. The outcome of this