Meanwhile, at the Apricot Forest Hall, Old Mr. Feng had just finished seeing a patient and was sitting in the hall drinking tea.
A few cultivators walked in, bowed to Old Mr. Feng, and respectfully said, "Someone in the clan has been severely injured, and we humbly request Old Mr. Feng's help."
Old Mr. Feng glanced at the pale yellow Taoist robes embroidered with golden thread they were wearing and asked, "People from the Qian Family?"
"Yes."
"What's the extent of the injury?"
A cultivator from the Qian Family hesitated before speaking, "It seems to be caused by a powerful fire elemental spiritual power, the flesh is charred, the meridians are damaged, and the breath is faint..."
Old Mr. Feng frowned, "That serious?"
"A few pill masters from within the clan attempted treatment, but they are disputing amongst themselves, unable to come to a decision, so we thought to seek Old Mr. Feng's opinion. In Tongxian City, your art of healing with pills is truly unparalleled."
