“Mr. Chen! Mr. Chen!”
The door to the inner chamber burst open with a loud bang.
Nangong Yan rushed in, his expression filled with urgency, as if his hair was on fire. “Mr. Chen, do not touch that Zhang family boy! He’s poisoned!”
As soon as he entered, seeing Wen Qingchen standing there unharmed and Young Master Zhang lying on the stage, his face having already returned to its original color, Nangong Yan finally relaxed.
“Mr. Chen, thank goodness you’re alright!”
Nangong Yan let out a long sigh of relief.
Wen Qingchen smiled gently and said, “Thank you for your concern, Young Master Nangong. I’m saving a life here; how could anything go wrong?”
Nangong Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “You don’t understand, that Zhang family boy is poisoned… Hmm? Who are you?!”
Before he could finish his sentence, Nangong Yan finally noticed the presence of Yin Chenming standing to the side.
With just one glance, he sensed a powerful aura emanating from the man dressed in simple black combat attire, wearing a mask.
Nangong Yan immediately became vigilant.
Yin Chenming’s deep eyes swept over Nangong Yan, and under the silver mask, his thin lips curled into a cold, indifferent smile. Then, he shifted his gaze away.
It was as if, after assessing that the other posed no threat, he completely dismissed him.
He spoke, his voice still cold and devoid of warmth: “That ancient book, where is it now?”
Wen Qingchen blinked, looking even more innocent. “I burned it.”
Yin Chenming frowned. “Burned it?”
Wen Qingchen sighed pitifully, “Ah, I had no choice. You see, my clinic doesn’t have much business, and the cost of medicinal herbs is high. I’m broke, couldn’t even afford firewood to cook. So, I had to use some useless books to start a fire.”
Yin Chenming: “…”
His sword-like brows furrowed deeply.
Could the information regarding Changbai Mountain really be lost just like that?
Sensing the other’s displeasure, Wen Qingchen kindly suggested, “But don’t be too disheartened, my friend. You’re searching for Changbai Mountain to exorcise demons, right? What a good man! Tang City is huge; many people might have some ancient books in their homes. You could ask around; maybe someone else knows something.”
Yin Chenming frowned in deep thought.
If Changbai Mountain is indeed a spiritual land like Linxian City, there might be records in those ancient texts.
Thinking of this, he slightly nodded his head, turned indifferently, and said, “Farewell.”
“Wait!” Wen Qingchen earnestly suggested, “My friend, are you sure you don’t want to have that checked? Although that area is related to a man’s dignity, you shouldn’t ignore the problem. If you don’t address it now, it might become a permanent issue later.”
Yin Chenming: “………”
He walked even faster.
His whole body emanated a cold aura, making Nangong Yan shiver from the chill.
It was only after he left that Wen Qingchen remembered he hadn’t asked the masked man’s name.
Although his voice wasn’t as pleasant as Brother Yin’s, it wasn’t bad either!
“Mr. Chen? Who exactly was that?” Nangong Yan asked, feeling quite displeased as he had never been so ignored before.
Especially since he could sense a certain superior aura from the masked man, a presence that made him feel somewhat suppressed.
“Ah, him,” Wen Qingchen sighed, “He’s also a pitiful person.”
Nangong Yan was puzzled, “What do you mean?”
Yin Chenming, who had turned back to ask Wen Qingchen to keep any future ancient texts for him, paused when he heard this.
Wen Qingchen continued, “He has a condition similar to yours… Came seeking treatment, you know?”
“A-a condition like mine?”
Nangong Yan’s face turned red, and he began to stammer, “He-he also has that problem?”
Wen Qingchen replied, “Exactly. Ah, men should really take better care of themselves.”
The irritation Nangong Yan felt from being ignored earlier instantly turned into satisfaction.
Hmph, so what if that masked man seemed powerful? He’s still… still not capable in that area… Hmph!
After all, *his* problem was cured!
Yin Chenming: “………”
