Misty Mountain, Wayless Sect.
Inside the Ancestral Master Hall.
Chu Yuan was sitting on the Sect Master's throne.
Clad in white robes purer than snow, untainted by the slightest dust, he seemed as though the world's earthly filth couldn't come within an inch of him.
He sat quietly on the throne, his gaze calmly resting on his disciple Divine Doctor Hua below, his expression serene, as if nothing in this world could perturb him.
However, nobody noticed that this seemingly hermit-like, otherworldly character harbored a myriad of flashy thoughts deep in his heart.
At this moment, Chu Yuan was staring at Divine Doctor Hua, contemplating how to go about discussing this matter of 'medical dao'.
Medical dao…
Medical dao…
How should he talk about this?
Chu Yuan suddenly felt a bit of a headache coming on.
Medical dao, healing people, then having them feel grateful and indebted, so they'd seek you out when there's trouble?
That won't do, it sounds too rubbish.
