"If this child can be saved, I, Sun Miao, am willing to find a tree to bash my head against."
"Exactly, asthma is famously incurable on the Mainland, and no one has heard of a cure for years. And now this greenhorn girl…" a group of youths in black robes scoffed with derisive laughter, their mockery pronounced.
Shasha and Sharon took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the rage in their hearts, a cold ice forming in their pupils.
Zhiyan gave the Green Robe boy a comforting look, her thoughts stirred, and a brown leather pouch instantly appeared in front of everyone. Spread open, the rows of silver needles shimmered with a cold light, suddenly exposed to the air. Seeing this scene, everyone inhaled sharply, goodness, being punctured by those needles was no small matter.
