A single day had passed, Fengyu was barely able to relax when the treatment deal he had talked about already started.
The mother's son, a cultivator in the seventh stage of Qi Refining, came to Fengyu with but a single spatial bag - nothing else on his body. Even his clothes were of poor quality, a surprising sight.
Frankly, he looked a bit like a beggar.
"Fellow daoist, my mother told me that to receive the best treatment, I should be living in your field as well. For this, my mother is willing to add another top-grade first-stage spiritual robe..." he said, his head down, unhappiness evident on his shadowed face.
Fengyu looked at him, thinking about it. To be honest, if he had his own doctor's office, he wouldn't consider it. But when he thought about it now, he felt that it wasn't a bad idea at all.
