Zhang Shuishui's lips moved as if to say something, but she stopped, wanting to argue but ultimately found no words to contest.
Because…
Although it felt like what this guy said was wrong, she couldn't pinpoint exactly where it was wrong.
Their family of medical skill is indeed only capable of this in front of the Divine Doctor Sect.
But the way he put it, pretending to be subservient, just sounded so irritating.
Thus, Zhang Shuishui was infuriated and said crossly, "You think we want to act subservient? That's the Divine Doctor Sect, not some minor power, who knows how many big shots have their backs, can we handle that based on this?"
Fang Yi let out an "oh," and said, "Then I'll mourn for you."
"Stop! You're making it sound like someone in our family died." Zhang Shuishui suddenly recalled something, "Wait, I'm telling you how formidable the Divine Doctor Sect is, didn't you feel even a bit of pressure from what I said?"
"Pressure?" Fang Yi looked confused again.
