Wei Sen's mood was somewhat overcast.
He watched the bustling banquet hall from afar, where people laughed and chatted spiritedly, and he strained his eyes searching for his intended target.
Amidst the crowd, Song Xiaoqian smiled coyly, looking as beautiful as a fairy descended upon the mundane world. Wei Sen watched her intently, clenching his hand tightly:
"Xiao Qian, are you really not long for this world? Do you know, the reason I studied medicine was in the hope that one day I could cure your illness by my own hand! Unfortunately, even now, I'm still unable to achieve this," Wei Sen thought to himself.
"Today, that old geezer from the Xie family actually spoke out to stop me from going to Northern Chu with my teacher. At that moment, I really wished to slap him, but I can't reach his level of cultivation!"
When Xie Mingjun was about to leave, the move he revealed was not only beyond Wei Sen's reach, but his teacher, Tang Wangshan, also had a greatly changed complexion.
