Several days passed in the blink of an eye.
The Sea of Nine Harmonies, Silent Desolation Continent.
The spiritual energy here was extraordinarily rich, and the strength of its laws hardly fell short of the Primordial Continent's.
In a corner of this vast continent stood a place.
A place of verdant mountains and clear waters.
Amid the lush woods sat a rather humble thatched cottage.
At that moment.
A man in blue robes sat inside, seeing patients just like an ordinary physician.
His face was upright and righteous, but the natural creases between his brows gave him a brooding look, as though he were always frowning.
Several young herbalist apprentices bustled in and out of the cottage under his direction.
"Next."
As his indifferent voice rang out, his fingers moved among the various rare medicinal herbs.
In mere moments, he had portioned out several prescriptions.
Plenty of ordinary people came for consultations, yet his remarkable efficiency kept the cottage from becoming crowded.
"Put up the sign."
Seemingly deciding it was almost time.
The blue-robed man smoothed out a prescription and casually told his apprentices to close up.
Thud! Thud!
Just then, heavy footsteps sounded from beyond the woods, and a towering, burly man strode over.
He had yet to rein in his murderous aura, which instantly left the apprentices pale-faced and weak-kneed.
The oppressive presence he had forged amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood was countless times more terrifying than that of the strongest cultivator these apprentices had ever seen!
Yet when this ferocious, towering man reached the cottage entrance, he became exceedingly restrained, hesitating for a long time without daring to set even half a foot through the wooden doorway.
Seeing the burly man standing at the entrance, struggling to speak.
The blue-robed man immediately stopped what