"Fellow Daoist Feng, what's going on with you? You can't stand properly?"
"As you can see, I can't help it!"
Feng Qing'an sighed lightly, watching outward Jin Suyan, who was propping him up, her cheeks slightly sunken and utterly pale.
"Ah, I've caused you trouble."
Upon seeing Feng Qing'an, drastically different from the divine, radiant youth in white three days earlier, a sense of guilt stirred within the hearts of Danding Zong's successor Jin Suyan,
"I have a few bottles of Jade Dragon Fuyang Pills here. I implore you to take them, do not refuse."
"This is the least I could do. It wasn't troubling at all."
Feng Qing'an was polite, but he did not hesitate in his actions. With the tantalizing scent of the pills at the tip of his nose, he swiftly pocketed them.
"I've got the key."
