Chen Ji dragged Yuan Xing through the Heavenly King Hall. Yuan Xing kept babbling, "Kid, although all my injuries are thanks to you, if you can actually persuade Master Ling Yi to heal me, I'll owe you one. How about we take the jade, part ways, and forget each other in Jianghu? When you come to Shangjing again, I'll treat you to a drink!"
Chen Ji ignored him.
Yuan Xing sighed, "During the New Year..."
Chen Ji suddenly asked, "Who is this Master Ling Yi? He holds a high position in Kujue Temple and was born with the Heavenly Vision. Why haven't I heard of him before?"
