Good intentions brought him to remove the cold poison for Qi Moyang, yet he was ridiculed and slandered by three arrogant, insolent pharmacists.
If it weren't for Bai Hun and Qi Tianren, Feng Wuchen would have long left.
"You brat! Don't get too happy just yet! Do you really think you can remove the old Pavilion Master's cold poison?" Old Yang gritted his teeth and said angrily, full of defiance.
"How about we make a bet? If I can't completely cure the old Pavilion Master's cold poison, or if even a trace remains, I lose, and you can do whatever you want with me. If you lose, hand over all your precious herbs. Do you dare to bet?" Feng Wuchen retorted.
