An Chen's gaze turned icy, and he was about to kick him aside.
But just then, the whispers in his ears and the struggles of the six people in his mind stopped him. He found himself letting the youth pull him along.
An Chen suppressed the madness in his mind with his immense mental power. Only then did he have a chance to turn his attention to the person beside him.
The youth was chattering away about something. Only now did An Chen notice the large blue birthmark on his face.
"...I've met plenty of people like you. Ordinary medicinal herbs can't cure you, and you can't afford a healing Soul Master..."
An Chen listened and parted his lips, but the youth thought he was about to ask something and hurriedly cut him off again.
"Don't worry, I'm just taking you for a free trial. If you think it works, you can continue the treatment. If not, forget about it..."
Hearing that familiar sales pitch, An Chen made no move to stop him. He wanted to see what the youth was up to.
He watched him with amusement, letting the blue-faced youth pull him forward.
Before long, the youth had led An Chen through a series of turns, finally ducking into a deserted street and stopping outside a shabby shop.
"Voice of Nature..."
With the madness inside him temporarily suppressed, An Chen's mood improved. Looking at the rather strange name, he couldn't help laughing.
"Hey, don't let the strange name and shabby shop fool you. The treatment really works-stand a pole in the sun, and you'll see its shadow right away."
The blue-faced youth smiled as he spoke.
Then he pulled open one of the shop's doors and barged inside with An Chen in tow.
The first thing that greeted