Resentment flashed on Sun Zhaonian's face. He was the Medicine King. No matter what, asking him to kneel to a young man was humiliation.
Ye Chen took a puff of the cigarette in his hand. Nobody could see his expression clearly as the smoke lingered around him. "Would you believe me if I told you that your daughter will only survive the duration of a burning joss stick?"
Sun Zhaonian shuddered strenuously when he heard that.
Standing aside, Lin Fan said immediately, "Don't listen to him, Old Sun. Ms. Sun is hopeless. Even if my master can't do anything here, let alone this piece of crap!"
"Shut up!" Sun Zhaonian shouted while his eyes looked dead serious. "It's all your fault. Rongrong wasn't in such a bad condition before. All hell broke after you treated her."
