Fairy Purple Rain sat up and got off the bed. She then bowed slightly at Yi Yun and with a voice that sounded like a gentle wind with a flowery fragrance, she said, "Thank you, Young Master Yi. I will never forget your act of saving my life."
Yi Yun had cured her of the strange illness, which was no different than saving her life. If a warrior could not cultivate and instead deteriorated daily, it was a feeling worse than death.
"It's all part of the contract. Fairy Purple Rain, there is no need to be so polite." Yi Yun said lightly.
He remembered that Fairy Purple Rain had attempted to win him over as a distinguished guest of the Guiyuan family in the past. However, Yi Yun did not place too much thought on such a minor matter.
"With Young Master's medical skills, he will definitely win the hearts of everyone in Myriad City."
"There's no need for the hearts of people. Myriad Runes are more pragmatic."
