Facing Shakyamuni's questioning, the Divine Doctor, flustered and panicked, had his mind spinning at high speed as he searched for flaws and loopholes in the matter. Yet no matter how he pondered, he still could not figure out how Wu Ming had escaped the control of the Blood God Pill—unless… unless Wu Ming was not actually a descendant of Shakyamuni's bloodline. But such a treasonous answer, the moment it left his mouth, would likely cost him his life.
"Hmph!"
Fortunately, Shakyamuni only gave a cold snort, seemingly unwilling to pursue this question further. Or perhaps he too had already connected the crucial dots within. Turning his back, he said coldly, "Were it not that your Medical Skill attainments are truly rare and hard to come by, for today's mistake alone, this god would have you…"
