State of Ancient Medicine

A gust of wind blew past Mount Violet Flower, howling. There was no other sound to be heard.

One of Hu Xiao's eye lids quivered while he struggled to grapple with reality. Who could force the mighty Lord Beihan Zhao Juexian to his knees? He would have to be listed on the Longevity Roll or he was a Heavenly Lord living in solitude.

The threat was felt by all members of the Hu family.

Some onlookers had recognized Chen Fan, so they shouted.

"That man is Perfected Cultivator Azure Wood!"

"Indeed! All mighty Perfected Cultivator Azure Wood has come all the way from the Savage Wastes. Everyone along his way told the story of the mysterious rider and the black carriage performing countless miracles."

"I didn't expect to meet an Alchemy Grand Master."

Chen Fan had made a name for himself along his way there. By then, everyone was familiar with his face.

"Perfected Cultivator Azure Wood?"

Hu Xiao furrowed his brow.