Zhan Lan's eyes brightened, and she grasped Mu Yan's sleeve, saying, "You know him?"
Mu Yan was lost in thought, "I had a year when my cold disease flared up, I remember Vermilion Bird contacted a doctor who boasted that he was a disciple of Medical Saint Liu Jingyi and claimed he could treat my condition."
"Then, Vermilion Bird invited this person over. He said his name was Yu Jinchan, but in the end, it turned out he was just a martial world trickster with some medical knowledge, conning people out of their money. So, I had someone give him a beating."
"When did you see him?" Zhan Lan's grip tightened a bit.
Mu Yan leaned his forehead against Zhan Lan's, wincing, "Madam, you're hurting me."
Zhan Lan immediately released her hold, and Mu Yan said with a faint smile, "Massage it for me, and I'll tell you."
Zhan Lan gave him a look, "Do you even care at all? Look at me."
Mu Yan chuckled, continuing as he held her hand, "I think it was about four years ago."