"What's the matter, speak quickly!"
Elder Heiyu took a deep breath, having always held a deep-seated notion of distrust toward outsiders, which even his collaboration with Lee Qingling couldn't alleviate.
Lee Qingling, as always an outsider, was never truly trusted by him.
"Hehe," Lee Qingling, with his arms crossed over his chest, smiled faintly and said, "Elder Heiyu, perhaps it is Heaven's will to end you. That Prophetic Son is no small talent!"
Elder Heiyu's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Continue!"
"The Elder is as humorless as ever," Lee Qingling pursed his lips and spoke lightly, "That youngster named Ling Feng, it turns out, is highly skilled in medicine, even more so than I am. From now on, I'm afraid I'll have no chance to treat the Great Elder, and it seems unlikely that I can let him waste away to death with Spirit Void Creation Elixirs."
"What?"
Elder Heiyu's pupils suddenly contracted as he said angrily, "Say that again!"
