Everyone looked towards Chu Beiqing.
Chu Beiqing, thick-skinned, wasn't burned on the finger. Seeing everyone staring at him, he felt a bit embarrassed, scratched his head, and revealed a set of white teeth.
"Yue... girl... I'm brewing medicine again..."
"Uncle Chu, thank you, for helping me brew the medicine."
Murong Ziyue smiled, her eyes showing a bit of emotion; the people in the School Clinic were all very good to her.
Here, she felt a sense of familial bonds that she had never felt in Fengdong.
"Hey, hey, fool, why are you interrupting? Where were we? Xin Lin, you're not bold enough to exchange veins, are you? Such a wicked thing, and yet you can still do it!"
Mu Chen was shocked.
Even Fengdong may not commit such an evil act.
That would be a vein exchange, switching someone else's Spirit Martial Meridian onto oneself.
The one gaining the vein might say it's nice, but the one losing it might not survive or would be crippled.
This method seemed all too familiar.
