In the first year of Hongwu, I, Zhang Wuji, took Zhao Min to live in seclusion in Monan.
I thought I would only collect medicine and practice medicine in this life, but I ended up with the rest of my life.
Until that day——
The Persian secret message is stained with blood, and the sword of the royal guard is on the neck.
Xiao Zhao was on the verge of death thousands of miles away and asked for help: "Brother Wuji, the holy fire is about to go out..."
Zhu Yuanzhang's edict hit the medical record: "Zhenzhen Zhang, there is no room for the second Jianghu in this world."
I held tightly the silver needle made from the fragments of the dragon-slaying knife.
Nine Yang Magic can cure diseases, can it cure terminal illnesses in this world?
Zhao Min chuckled in my ear: "I said it three years ago - avoid, delay, and watch. Now, it's time to kill."
