Ma Daocheng and Ma Daogong were all smiles, conversing with Feng Yin with utmost humility and politeness. Their gratitude was evident and sincere.
After all, Feng Yin had not only saved their lives but also rescued the Western Army, preventing a potential collapse of the front line. The Marshals, embarrassed and grateful, continued their polite conversation.
"Divine Physician Nan, we... we are really embarrassed..." Ma Daocheng's face was full of vexation.
"Our army carries nothing valuable with us to express our gratitude..."
"It's really... really..."
Ma Daogong was also incredibly embarrassed.
But there was no alternative, who could carry a fortune in gold and silver during a campaign?
Not everyone was like Feng Ying, a second generation rich, who carried the Space Ring loaded with vast resources!
At this moment, the two Marshals practically had nothing to offer.
Even if they wanted to offer a token of gratitude to the physician, they had nothing to give.
