Hearing the request for proof, Yan Ling confirmed her previous hunch.
The Great Demon King was toying with her in the guise of a "tea art" game!
However, she didn't plan on exposing him just yet.
She had mastered the art of tea-making, what was there left for him to show her?
She was going to demonstrate to him what true "tea art" was all about in due time!
"Get up and take your medicine! This is a custom-made Healing Elixir I've brewed. Once you take it, it will speed up the recovery of internal injuries."
Yan Ling ignored his words and simply handed him the vial of medicine.
Yet, the man didn't move an inch, feigning weakness, even speaking in a weak whisper.
"I am too injured, you feed me."
Feed you? My foot!
Yan Ling looked at the man feigning weakness and sneered silently at him.
Who couldn't act!
"Uh…hurts…"
Suddenly, Yan Ling clutched her chest, her face twisted in pain.
Seeing her condition, King dropped his facade of weakness and sat right up.