Bodhisattva Xinglin's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly asked in a low voice, "What exactly did you do?"
Merciless Hand said with a smile, "Grandpa, don't ask any more questions. I promise you that this guy can't cure ten people, and his reputation will be completely ruined! All kinds of Magic Arts accumulated in the past will be turned into ashes in an instant!"
Bodhisattva Xinglin looked at her great-grandson with a strange look in her eyes, and then she laughed.
For some reason, he was full of confidence in his great-grandson!
Since his great-grandson had said so, there was definitely a hundred percent chance of success!
When she thought of this, Bodhisattva Xinglin felt extremely at ease.
Although his reputation had been damaged this time, he didn't have to hand over the sect's treasure.
This was already the most fortunate of all the misfortunes.