Is this man a Priest?
That was Guding's first thought when he saw the man because he appeared too young, only a few years older than himself, if at all.
His face was that of a baby's, yet it didn't exhibit immaturity. He wore a pristine long robe which hung on his rather lean frame.
"Are you the Priest who heals people?" Guding asked with a hint of skepticism, but without any disrespect.
"I am that Priest, but neither you nor the person behind you look sick," the young Priest glanced at them both and made a judgment.
"The patient can't make it here before dark today," Guding felt that the other had a keen insight, "She's poisoned, can you cure it?"
"It depends on the poison." The young Priest put down the Scriptures he was holding, "Have you conducted a toxin analysis?"
Guding nodded, and Sea Emperor immediately listed the molecular formula of the toxin he had identified.
