"It is indeed very strange..."
Feng Yuan looked at the listless Qingquan Shell in front of him with some confusion, while an irritable middle-aged man beside them said impatiently,
"Have you figured it out yet? If you can't handle it, don't waste my time. If it can't be cured, just say so and I'll find someone else."
Feng Yuan glanced at the man with puzzlement and said,
"Who else could you find to treat it? Even if she isn't among the best students at Maomu Academy, she can't be that far off, right? If you want better, you'll have to look for one of the professors, won't you?"
"But don't use my place as a practice teaching site! If those conchs die, I'll lose a lot!"
"Who's using your place as a practice site?"
Feng Yuan and Cen Chudie both looked at each other with confusion, and the man, still unsatisfied, glanced at Feng Yuan and said,
"You're younger than her, aren't you? If your skills were higher than hers, you would have been famous already, right?"
