Mad Sword True Man saw Tan Shaoting and laughed, "We can have a fair competition this time."
Tan Shaoting also laughed; the two admired each other.
"Feng Jian, my son knows a bit about medicine, would you like him to take a look at you?"
"Haha, that would be great. I'm poor, couldn't afford to have the Medicine Sect look at me before."
Su Yuanyuan liked people who spoke honestly like this.
Qi Hong prepared a bit, "Mad Sword True Man, don't resist my Spiritual Power."
"Alright."
Qi Hong's pure Wood Spirit Power entered Mad Sword's meridians. Mad Sword felt comfortable, a comfort similar to advancement.
Qi Hong furrowed his brows tightly, about a quarter of an hour later, his Spiritual Power withdrew.
"Mad Sword True Man, your meridians are fragile, not suitable for advancement, and your symptoms aren't in the meridians. Can I check your Sea of Consciousness?"
