"Huh?"
Feng Ji Hu was bewildered by Cheng Xinzhan's sudden question.
Hadn't he told him to get some proper rest?
Cheng Xinzhan smiled and said,
"Daoist brother, resting doesn't mean sleeping all day. Watching you clear fields, grow herbs, gather them, and make medicine looked so interesting. I'd like to learn too, become an herb farmer, tend plants and flowers, and steep myself in their medicinal fragrance. What do you think?"
Feng Ji Hu nodded with a smile, then teased,
"You're not going to ask the sect leader for a decree tomorrow so you can sit in on our Cuckoo Valley's Qi-Huang Art lessons, are you?"
Cheng Xinzhan laughed heartily. "This time, I'll only be troubling you!"
That very afternoon.
He went to Pine Green Lake.
He stated his purpose outright, telling the Green Chi-Dragon that he planned to bring a friend over tomorrow.
At that, the Green Chi-Dragon's emerald-green eyes immediately went wide.
Cheng Xinzhan sighed and said,
"Fellow Daoist Gu, I know I was wrong to call you lazy for not refining your Transverse Bone. I misunderstood you. Your Throat Aperture is injured, isn't it?"
The Green Chi-Dragon kept staring wide-eyed.
"Fellow Daoist Gu, my Daoist brother is very capable. He's proficient in the Qi-Huang Art, a direct heir to its lineage. Let him take a look and see whether there's a way to treat you, to prescribe the right medicine for your ailment."
The Green Chi-Dragon kept staring wide-eyed.
"Fellow Daoist Gu?"
Somewhat puzzled, Cheng Xinzhan called out.
The Green Chi-Dragon seemed to wake from a dream and shook their head repeatedly, refusing no matter what he said.
Cheng Xinzhan grew anxious. "Fellow Daoist, you mustn't hide your illness and shun the physician!"
The Green Chi-Dragon only shook their head.
Eventually, pressed too hard by Cheng