San Luo glanced at Xu Fang and couldn't help but shake his head, "You believe those Inland con artists' advertisements? Regenerating Ointment, what a load of crap."
He drank down a glass of wine, showing he didn't believe it at all.
Xu Fang didn't care about San Luo's reaction, he pulled out his bag and started searching. Before long, he took out the Regenerating Ointment he brought from Su Han. "Old San, don't say anything, this is truly Divine Medicine!"
Seeing San Luo still not paying attention, he didn't bother saying more. He opened the lid, and a fragrant aroma spread out. He reached for a bit and smeared it directly on San Luo's face.
"What are you doing, Old Xu, don't just randomly slap things on my face." San Luo pushed him away, his face full of displeasure. There was already an ugly palm imprint on his face, and he was worried what might happen if he used the wrong medicine.
"This is really Divine Medicine!"
Xu Fang hurriedly said, "Would I deceive you?"
