Peace Order

Fan Qing’s eyes widened as he stared intently at the object.

"...What is this!"

All of a sudden, he grasped the physician nearby, exclaiming loudly, "What’s inside this?!"

The elderly physician remembered the madman who dared to kill an official even in Second Layer Heaven. Shivering, he said, "There’s Dragon Blood Ginseng, and many other medicinal herbs, all several decades old..."

Fan Qing murmured, "Dragon Blood Ginseng..."

Memories of his life within the Sky-reaching Sect came flooding back.

Suddenly, he rose to his feet, dashed forward, and shouted at Li Guanyi, who was sharpening his sword, "Such a waste!" The youth raised his head, looking puzzled, "What’s a waste?"

Fan Qing’s chest heaved violently as he gripped the bowl of medicinal soup and said through clenched teeth:

"Dragon Blood Ginseng!"

"Do you realize how precious decades worth of Dragon Blood Ginseng is? Even in the Sky-reaching Sect, only inner sect martial artists can consume a bit after each monthly contest, and it’s only from ten years’ worth. Such things should hire better martial artists; they shouldn’t be given to us."