Qin Feng looked up at Zuo Song in surprise.
The next moment, Qin Feng understood. Zuo Song was setting him up for a huge benefit.
This was to make Qingmu owe him a favor!
'This old man really has my back!' Qin Feng thought, a warmth spreading through his chest.
Only then did Qingmu notice the black-robed young man he had been ignoring.
Stunned for a moment, Qingmu recognized the young man he had driven away.
An embarrassed flush crept onto his old face. Qingmu looked at the black-robed young man with earnest, pleading eyes.
Qin Feng remained expressionless, pretending not to notice.
After a few minutes, Qingmu could no longer hold back. He cleared his throat and said, "Young friend, whether or not this Spiritual Root can survive concerns the Medicine King Hall's hundred-year plan. It is simply too important. As long as you agree to treat it, I will owe you a favor. What do you say?"
