Chapter Seventy Nine : The Weak Have Teeth Too
As Fang Ting mulled over Lü Zhen's story, he raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Brother Lü… don't tell me you plan to try your luck too?"
He didn't mean to belittle Lü Zhen—it's just that so many factions and experts had already tried to cure Shangguan Zhuo's wife with no success.
Lü Zhen wasn't exactly an eccentric genius or miracle healer. So what was the point?
Lü Zhen hurriedly waved his hand.
"I'm well aware of my own abilities. I'm mainly here to check in on Chenlong and bring him some cultivation resources."
"But—Song Bufan brought a so-called 'strange talent' to try his hand. My daughter and her group came along, and I figured I'd just tag along."
Fang Ting nodded in understanding.
If the illegitimate son of King Zhenwu had found someone special, there was maybe a sliver of hope.
Still, in Fang Ting's mind, the person most likely to succeed was in the Fang family already—Fang Luo, the reborn one.
