"Yes, yes, we are indeed fated." Ling Chuxi's hand was held by him and she also started to draw her chicken feet in accordance with his rhythm. She quickly withdrew her hand and wiped the cold sweat on her forehead.
This old man was definitely sick, and it was a serious one.
"Young lady, I have been traveling around the Qing-Yun realm for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen a medical skill like yours. I have studied it carefully. Your skill is profound and mysterious. It is not something that ordinary people can understand. I can tell that you are much better at the art of medicine and dan than ordinary people. If you become my disciple, you will be able to learn my skills. I am sure you will be able to spread the medical skills of the Qing-Yun realm." When the old man said this, he noticed that Mr. And Mrs. He were looking at him strangely. He realized that he had lost his composure and said,"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I ..."
