Wu Changqing's medicinal porridge was indeed delicious. Born from the holy land of medical poison, Medicine King Valley, this bowl of porridge not only maximized the effects of the medicine but also did not affect the taste of the ingredients themselves. In fact, the slight bitterness of the medicinal herbs enhanced the flavor of the food even more.
The old man watched as Wang Anfeng almost swallowed the medicinal porridge along with the bowl, his smile growing warmer. After ensuring the young man had fully recovered, he passed on the words of Master Ying to Ci An and Wang Anfeng. With a slight pause in his voice, he stroked his goatee and added,
"This is Master Ying's intention, not something I wanted to say..."
"But after all, this matter is of great significance, so it's best to be cautious."
Although Wang Anfeng didn't understand what 'world's difference' meant, he knew he couldn't stay here for too long. So he put down the bowl and said,