"How is it? Is it going to be like this from now on? You can just do it directly." Lord Xuanyuan said, looking at Feng Jiu who was dressed in red in front of him.
Feng Jiu smiled faintly: "Don't worry, although it is disabled, it can be cured." Seeing that he didn't seem to believe it, she said: "Really, I'm not lying to you, it just takes some time to recover slowly, and after you recover, you have to start all over again."
Hearing this, King Xuanyuan was somewhat incredulous, his body trembling slightly: "Really?" Can he really still practice
"Really." Fengjiu nodded affirmatively.
"But, but my Dantian..."
"It's okay, it can be fixed."
She smiled and said, "I will be here to help you recuperate during this period of time. Don't worry. I will prescribe some medicine for you to drink first, and then help you refine a pill that can repair your Dantian." As she spoke, she flipped her hand and shook the badge in her hand: "Believe me, I'm not talking nonsense."
Hearing this, the Xuanyuan King felt his eyes warm up and he felt like crying. Only by experiencing it personally can one understand the pain of a strong man being abolished and becoming a mortal who cannot practice.
Because his cultivation was wasted, his original appearance changed greatly. He became old overnight and became so weak that he seemed like he could die at any time.
This kind of experience is worse than death.
Now, after hearing Fengjiu's words and seeing the two pills and the pharmacist's badge that she took out to reassure him, hope was rekindled in his heart.
"Thank you! Thank you..." He held Fengjiu's hand and thanked her with a choked voice.
"This is what I should do." Fengjiu smiled and said, "You have a good rest. We will leave first. I will come back after the medicine is prepared."
As they were talking, Xuanyuan Moze walked in. He glanced at his father who was holding Fengjiu's hand with an excited look on his face, and instructed the palace servants who were waiting on him, "Help the king to rest, don't let him get too excited."
"Yes." The palace servant beside him responded respectfully and helped King Xuanyuan inside.
King Xuanyuan glanced at him, nodded, and said nothing else.
After the three of them left the palace, they walked slowly along the way. Feng Jiu, who was in the middle, was deep in thought. She said to Xuanyuan Moze, "I heard from Gray Wolf that there are many thousand-year-old medicines in the medicine storehouse of Xuanyuan Palace. Can you take me to have a look? If there are suitable herbs, we can make potions."
Mo Chen, who was standing by, heard this and said to Feng Jiu, "Then you guys go! I'll go back and apply some eye drops. Also, if there are any herbs they don't have and you need them, you can come to me. Maybe I can help you."
Xuanyuan Moze next to him glanced at him and said, "You'd better take care of yourself first! I don't think you can get me any medicine that I don't have." As he said that, he hugged Fengjiu and walked forward.
Feng Jiu turned around and gave him an apologetic smile. After they walked away, she said to Xuanyuan Moze, "I think your attitude towards him is really not very friendly."
"Well, because I think he's an eyesore." He said in a low voice.
Hearing this, Fengjiu couldn't help but smile: "Why would he be an eyesore? I think he's quite pleasing to the eye! He's handsome and has an outstanding temperament, how can he be an eyesore?"