"I have a potion that can heal all illnesses. It can rid you of pain, rid you of hatred."
"So it was you!"
Ning Yi's eyes turned red.
He finally found the person.
The Medical Immortal spreading plague and pain, the source of all his suffering!
Because of the girl, he was reduced to this monstrous form.
Ning Yi charged at the girl, brandishing claws stained with the blood of countless people.
He swiped at nothing.
Ning Yi was taken aback.
He had passed straight through the girl, without any tangible sensation.
He stood there dazed.
He realized that the Medical Immortal wasn't looking in his direction earlier.
She was talking to someone else.
Someone far more pained, far more hateful than him.
That person's agony and hatred were thousands of times more intense than his.
He couldn't fathom someone experiencing pain and hatred to such an extent.
If one were to describe it, it was a pain and hatred like facing an abyss.
