Meng Yirou’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.
She could not see through the true strength of the young man before her. On the one hand, he was just a mortal who ran a sparsely-equipped medical hall, seemingly struggling to get by. On the other, she had no way of knowing if he was some powerful, reclusive alchemy doctor in disguise.
Although Meng Yirou was the holy maiden of the Divine Palace, she knew that any cultivator with a shred of sense
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