"Master, save me! Just as you said, I've endured six months of pain. I beg you to save me!"
Watching Feng Wuchen insist on leaving, Xu Feng cried for help, ignoring the eyes of so many cultivators in the hall.
Feng Wuchen had only met him once, but could point out all his physical issues. This was undoubtedly a master!
Since he was a master, he must have a way to cure him.
If Xu Feng missed this opportunity, perhaps no one could save him.
"Master, since you could see my condition at a glance, you must have a way to treat me. If my alchemist rank falls, the chief position will change hands for sure. I beg you to save me. It's all my fault for having eyes but not recognizing Mount Tai, judging people with dog eyes, and offending you." Xu Feng cried for mercy and incessantly kowtowed to Feng Wuchen.
"What is the chief doing? He's actually kneeling and kowtowing to someone?"
"Did the chief get kicked in the head by a donkey? As an alchemist, how could he kowtow to someone else?"
