"You've lost!"
Xiao Yi looked at Yang Kun with a playful expression.
Yang Kun's face twitched violently: "..."
He glared at Dan Chenzi, his eyes ice-cold to the extreme, as if to say: Weren't you the one who claimed that the Ink Jiao was incurable? How then did someone save it with just a few lowly herbs?
Dan Chenzi was also in complete disbelief, staring intently at Xiao Yi as he demanded, "This is impossible, it makes no sense! It was clearly at the brink of death, beyond redemption, and you cured it with just a few cheap herbs?"
Dan Chenzi began to doubt his entire life.
He had been an alchemist for many years, passionately devoted to the medical path, and had earned himself the reputation of a miracle doctor.
But today...
An Ink Jiao he had declared beyond help was revived by Xiao Yi with a few insignificant herbs.
This completely overturned his beliefs of several hundred years!
