I thought of a reliable person in my mind, "You might as well go to Granny Long and have her look at you. Her Miao Border medicine skills are extraordinary."
"Useless, she was the one who checked my pulse yesterday." Lin Hang waved his hand, looking indifferent.
I paused my movement while hanging the towel, "Her?"
Lin Huan's funeral invited half of the Mystic Arts Circle, only to end with him waking up from the coffin.
It was only polite for people to come from afar to pay their respects, but unexpectedly they encountered a blunder.
It was certainly necessary to host a banquet to explain and apologize.
But all of this happened during my time in the Snake Sect, and I did not participate in it.
Considering this time has passed, Granny Long should be back in Western Hunan, managing her inn.
Lin Hang posed as if complaining, saying: "Yeah, she said I was just contaminated by evil spirits and told me to soak in pomelo water."
