A battle unrivaled through the ages had ended. Though it had left the Central Plains and the Black-Corner Region riddled with devastation, the repercussions of that earth-shaking clash continued to spread.
People across the Dou Qi Continent were discussing that unparalleled battle.
Yet more than anything, the people of the Dou Qi Continent were talking about Ling Feng.
An invincible powerhouse who could slaughter Dou Di at will and suppress the Heavenly Dao.
The people of the Dou Qi Continent reverently called him Great Emperor Ling Feng.
In many people's hearts, he was a godlike existence, and his legend would surely be passed down for generations.
Qingshan Town, Jia Ma Empire.
Lingxian Pavilion.
The pavilion had been built a few years earlier. Its name did not belong to a faction; it was simply a medical clinic.
The clinic was small, but it was the place the residents and mercenaries of Qingshan Town held in the greatest awe.
As long as you still had a breath left, seeking treatment at Lingxian Pavilion would let you walk out full of life again. But the clinic had one rule: thirty consultations a day.
That meant it would conduct no more than thirty consultations each day.
Moreover, no matter how exalted your status, at Lingxian Pavilion you could only take a number and wait in line.
Naturally, such seemingly arrogant rules had initially drawn plenty of sneers and disdain.
Some had even come specifically to challenge the clinic. But when a Dou Zong powerhouse who broke the rules inexplicably began melting before everyone's eyes, they finally understood how terrifying the methods of that seemingly kind, innocent woman in a pale purple dress truly were.
From then on, no one dared disregard the rules here again.
At that moment, a simple, tidy wooden table