Yang Yang shook his head. "Because he committed the gravest of sins; he was the one who concocted the fake medicine's recipe. He is the root cause of everything. Perhaps because his sins are too profound, he must live to be 99 and endure all manner of suffering before going to the Eighteen Levels of Hell."
"Alright." Jing Shu shrugged and opened the medical box to perform some routine checks, making her appear very professional. In Hao San'er's eyes, however, this was met with a look of disdain. He even scoffed, "Pfft!" then spat, sending a glob of liquid flying a considerable distance. His expression clearly said: "Someone as half-baked as you trying to figure something out? That's a joke. The Hao family lad's soul is suffering in the Eighteen Levels of Hell right now."
The Spiritual Spring couldn't wake Hao Yunlai, so she wouldn't waste it.
Jing Shu coughed twice, dropped the pretense, and took out the withered tree soaking in the red liquid.
