"This... is not necessary, right..."
Upon hearing Yao Yun's words, Zhao Yiran was taken aback.
After all, this was the ancestor of the Yao Clan and one of the four Realm Lords of the Medicine World.
However, the other party's politeness left him somewhat flattered and overwhelmed.
"Brother Zhao, the injuries inside your body will take at least two months, at most six months to heal on their own. During this time, it's impossible for you to cultivate and you can only rely on medicinal treatment. In fact, I've been trying to find a way to treat you but haven't been able to find suitable medicinal materials. Since Elder Yun is going to treat someone, we might as well accompany him. It would be a good opportunity to request some medicinal materials from him," Mo Wangchen finally spoke.
Previously in Guangwu City, he had checked Zhao Yiran's injuries, which were neither minor nor major. His Divine Sea was damaged, and self-repair wouldn't be as straightforward as imagined.
"This..."
