Heaven Is Unfair

Bai Zheng looked at the small wooden jar in front of him with a solemn expression.

This small wooden jar clearly didn't have any weight, but when held in his hand at this moment, it looked like a thousand jin boulder.

The pressure caused Bai Zheng to be unable to breathe.

The Uncle Zhu did not move, and only waited quietly for Bai Zheng's reply.

"Alright. "Then I'll wait for Master Hou to wake up and ask him for his opinion." Bai Zheng opened her lips with much difficulty.

"Thank you, Miss Bai." After saying that, the Uncle Zhu did not stay any longer. Carrying the medicine box on his back, he slowly walked out.

However, that figure was no longer as imposing as it usually was. It seemed to have aged another ten years in an instant. It was now limping away with a stooped back.

After a long while, Bai Zheng turned around and sat beside Feng Linyuan, and looked at him quietly.