Jiang Chen puzzledly asked, "Me? Taboo? Medicine Saint, could you please clarify?"
"What's the rush? Can't an old man catch his breath?" Medicine Saint gave Jiang Chen a glance.
Jiang Chen gave a wry smile, closed his mouth, and quietly waited.
Through their interaction over this period, Jiang Chen had come to understand Medicine Saint's temperament. He was like an old child, and just like Fu Ling'er, both were truly unique.
"Fine, the old man will benevolently enlighten you then."
