"Master Pharmacist, I think my illness is still incurable." Emperor Ji Haohan drags his sick body and hesitates to say these words.
"Why? You are very ill." Yao Shi said with a frown.
"Well, it's just a minor illness. I can at most spend hundreds of years in seclusion and heal, and then I'll be cured. I won't bother you to take action. I'd rather let those in need come to you for help."
Looking at the medicine stone with such sincerity, he finally nodded and agreed to pull out the nine-turn soul-catching nail from Ji Haohan's body...
