Translator: Pika

  Sang Hong gestured for the physician and the other attendants to leave. Then, he asked, “Qian’er, how do you feel? Is there anything wrong with your body?”


  Sang Qian shook his head. “No, I feel pretty good. I feel as strong as a bull.”


  “That’s good. That brat’s medicine really is miraculous.” Sang Hong was amazed.

  Sang Qian’s voice grew downcast. “Dad, are you really going to let that brat and the Chu clan go?”


  He’d clearly heard the a..