Venerable Master Serena's cold gaze swept back and forth between Luna and Corbin Crowley, who was trussed up on the ground by golden light like a zongzi.
"You know how to cultivate Spiritual Medicine?"
His tone betrayed no joy nor anger.
Luna nodded her head furiously, a desperate will to live blazing in her eyes. "Yes, yes, yes, my husband is especially good at growing Spiritual Medicine! I guarantee he'll make your medicine garden more beautiful than the Immortal Lands!"
After she finished, she secretly kicked Corbin's leg.
Awkwardness flashed in Corbin Crowley's silver eyes. Cultivating Spiritual Medicine? He didn't even recognize any, let alone grow a damn thing.
But under Luna's relentless meaningful stares, all he could do was squeeze out two reluctant words through gritted teeth. "A little bit."
Serena glanced at him indifferently. With a wave of her wide sleeve, the golden light binding Corbin instantly dissipated.
