"Brother Ouyang! What happened to you?"
Seeing Ouyang Rong again, Pei Shaoqing blurted out in shock. He almost didn't recognize him.
Ouyang Rong was completely disheveled. His hair was a dirty, tangled mess, his face was covered in stubble, and he looked utterly wretched.
Anyone who didn't know him would have mistaken him for a refugee.
"Not quite a man, not quite a ghost, am I?" Ouyang Rong gave a self-deprecating laugh. Then his gaze hardened, and fixing his eyes on Pei Shaoqing, he asked in a low voice, "Does your offer from last time still stand?"
Pei Shaoqing knew exactly what he was talking about.
He answered without hesitation, "Of course it does."
"Good! Brother Pei, please help me." Ouyang Rong stood, shook out his sleeves, and bowed solemnly. "If I can become the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley," he said in a deep voice, "then in the future, should Brother Pei have any request, Medicine King Valley will not refuse!"
