"Young Master Mingcheng, I'm afraid I no longer have the ability to do what you asked of me. Farewell!"
Knowing he had lost, Zhao Yuan did not deny it. He rose to his feet, clasped his fists, and turned to leave.
After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Master Mingxin, his gaze blazing. "I did not lose unfairly over the Goldstone Grass question, but... I still want to know how you knew Goldstone Grass could be cultivated!"
He had cultivated Goldstone Grass for so many years and obtained a secret formula in an ancient tomb. Though he would not dare claim to be the person who understood Goldstone Grass best in the world, no one could possibly surpass him by much. Yet he had lost. No matter what, he was unwilling to accept it. How could a physician living in Ancient Wasteland City know so much about Goldstone Grass?
"I only happened to hear someone mention it. At first, I wasn't sure either. I tried it, and only then did I learn it was true. I can only say I was rather lucky," Master Mingxin said calmly.
Knowing Nie Yun did not want to draw attention, Master Mingxin did not mention him.
"Since you do not wish to say more, farewell!"
Zhao Yuan knew he was not speaking from the heart. Shaking his head, he lifted his foot and walked outside.
A grand White-Handed Medical Sage, a great figure renowned throughout the region, had issued a Medical Dao Challenge, only to be defeated on his own turf. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he could not remain here any longer.
"Master... don't be in such a hurry to leave!"
Seeing Zhao Yuan depart, Ye Mingcheng froze for a moment, then stamped his foot and hurried