Changsun Wugou had a feeling: "They will meet."
Changsun Wuchou sighed: "Better it be so."
He patted his stomach, self-mockingly said:
"Shi Dalin says, this is exhaustion from deep thought, longing but getting nothing. His medical skills were honed in the chaotic times of war, and there is no cure for this. Unless Hou Zhongyu, who died fourteen years ago in the Qilin Palace, returns, it cannot be healed."
Changsun Wugou asked: "Hou Zhongyu?"
"The legendary magician of the previous dynasty, evaluated by historians as 'lacking in private virtue, the path of a magician, unparalleled for three generations, seeking the Way, swearing to kill the master'?"
Changsun Wuchou said: "Indeed, my Qilin Army rose from nothing and even now, the military medical officer system and the pill system are built upon what Hou Zhongyu left behind."
"He wasn't a peerless genius like Zhang Ziyong."
