Feng Wu said indifferently, "I haven't been able to learn them all. If I could, I would be a divine medicine refiner at the very least. I only know a limited amount."
Master Huyan didn't know what to say.
The girl was only in her teens, and she had reincarnated. She had no memory of what happened in her previous life. That was unbelievable.
Patriarch Huyan didn't think Feng Wu was bragging, for that was how things worked in his sect. All his fellow disciples were geniuses, or his master wouldn't have taken them in.
The king didn't believe it at first, but when he saw Patriarch Huyan's attitude toward Feng Wu, he immediately changed his attitude.
"Are you really a Semi-divine medicine refiner?" The king didn't dare to underestimate the teenage girl.
He thought to himself, "Maybe she's over 100 years old, but she just look young."
Feng Wu had no idea what was going on in his head. She only said indifferently, "Give me your hand."
