As someone with the same inclinations, Xie Jun naturally knew what kind of medicine he meant.
"There are different medicines for different degrees of urgency and severity. How bad is he? Was there bleeding?"
Yan Yunhe gave a light cough.
Xie Jun clicked her tongue.
She waved a hand, sending a white Storage Brocade Pouch flying toward him.
Yan Yunhe caught it in midair and opened it.
Good grief!
A dazzling assortment of more than a dozen bottles!
Besides those, there were all sorts of astonishing little playthings whose purpose needed no explanation to those in the know.
Even Yan Yunhe, whose progress had been nothing short of astonishing, was taken aback.
He had been a step ahead in action, but this one had left him far behind in imagination!
"The Demon Clan certainly lives up to its reputation as the most uninhibited race. You really know how to have fun."
Xie Jun swept her hand through the air. A blade slid from its sheath and pressed straight against Yan Yunhe's throat.
Her expression turned chilling. Demonic markings surfaced on half her face, and her black eyes instantly turned scarlet.
"You know I'm from the Demon Clan? Are you staying with my senior brother to use him against me?"
Each word fell distinctly, cold and sharp as a knife.
Yan Yunhe toyed with the pouch, smiling easily, utterly unruffled. "All that Demon-Slaying and Evil-Subduing is bullshit. I only kill those who deserve it. You haven't done evil, nor do you have a grudge with me. Why would I come after you?"
"The great sects all proclaim themselves righteous. The more demons they slay and evil they subdue, the more glory they earn. You don't want that reputation?"
"I already have what I want. Fame is nothing but a worldly bauble.