The Pill Dragon King was composed and exceedingly arrogant, his powerful self-confidence leaving people dumbfounded. For some reason, however, he also gave off a very unreliable vibe, like one of those charlatans who peddle miracle cures on the street.
As a result, Qin Meng stood rooted to the spot, holding the Lingzhi and the bottle of medicine, at a complete loss for what to do.
"What are you still standing here for? If you delay and the man dies, I won't be taking any responsibility," the Pill Dragon King remarked casually, holding his teacup.
"Oh, oh." Qin Meng nodded repeatedly. Things having come to this, she could only give it a try. It was a desperate gamble, but she had to take it.
However, just as Qin Meng was about to turn away, a voice called out.
"A three-hundred-year-old Lingzhi? A fine item!"
From a short distance away, two figures emerged. Qin Zhuo was leading a young man as they strode over.
