"W-wait, is there really such a plum medicine?"
His eyes were filled with yearning and expectation, as if the girl before him was no longer a nonsense-talking cultist but a true divine physician.
"Hehe, I was just kidding."
Mei released Zi Chen, clasping her hands behind her back with a mischievous smile.
Instantly, the hopeful expression on Zi Chen's face froze.
He looked around, observing the battlefield situation, then turned back to glare at Mei in embarrassed anger: "At a time like this, do you think these pranks are funny?!"
"Alright, alright, don't be angry. After all, you can't beat me anyway, and getting this upset will only worsen your kidney deficiency~"
The white-robed girl continued laughing freely. Though she wasn't a member of the Witch Sect, in Zi Chen's eyes she was as hateful as a witch.
However, after drifting through life's challenges, Zi Chen had taken many of society's hard knocks. He was no longer the hot-headed youth he once was.
