The next afternoon.
Chen Fan finished his cultivation practice, quickly tidied up, and left Golden Lake Villa to head for the city's most renowned Hanging Pot Medical Hall.
"I hope Doctor Yang really has the Spiritual Medicine I need," Chen Fan said, touching his pocket with a slightly embarrassed expression as he traveled, "I just don't know if Doctor Yang would accept an exchange of my Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle for his Spiritual Medicine. If not, then I'll have to figure out a way to make some money first."
Before long, Chen Fan arrived at the majestic and quaint medical hall in the city center, its ancient signboard bearing the words "Hanging Pot Benefits the World."
