This could be considered good news for them. However, they truly hadn't expected the Fu Clan's medicine to attract Brada's attention.
Meanwhile, in Ten Thousand Beasts City, Brada sat in his living room, tapping his fingers lightly against the armrest of his chair.
"Moye, I don't care what methods you use; you must bring that wandering physician before me. If such excellent medical skills cannot be used by our Holy Capital, then there is no need for him to live." As he finished speaking, a flash of murderous intent appeared in Brada's eyes.
Moye was secretly alarmed, but he tried his best to keep his voice steady. "Mr. Brada, we could negotiate with that wandering physician to have him deliver medicine to us every month. There's no need to force him back to the Holy Capital. Besides, he makes a wide variety of these medicines, and the Holy Capital might not even have the herbs he needs."
