The person thrown to the ground was none other than the Flying Fox Sect's Young Master, Feng Qing.
At this moment, Feng Qing's face was full of panic, and he completely ignored the pain in his body. He hurriedly knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing and bowing to Zhang Xiaoshan.
"Miracle Doctor Zhang, it was my mistake earlier, it was all my fault. I apologize to you."
"Please, don't hold a grudge against a lesser person and spare me."
"I—whatever demands you have, just tell me. As long as you spare my life, I can fulfill any demand you have."
"Oh?"
Zhang Xiaoshan looked down at Feng Qing kneeling on the ground and said with a smile.
"Alright, if you can satisfy any of my demands, then I now have just one request."
"Okay, okay, please state it, please tell me."
Upon hearing that Zhang Xiaoshan had a demand, Feng Qing was overjoyed. If there was a demand, then his life should be spared, right?
On the side, Jiang Qin anxiously said.
