Mountain People's Clinic.
Zhang Rongfang carefully prescribed another patient, then asked Xiaodong to fetch the medicine, while he took out the medicine book to check if any auxiliary medicines needed replenishing for recent alchemy.
Suddenly, a small blood-eyed red-feathered bird flew in from the window, landed on his desk, and chirped twice at him.
"Xiaohong?" Zhang Rongfang smiled, reaching out to rub the red feathers on its head. "Another letter?"
Chirp chirp.
Xiaohong jumped forward two steps, spread one wing, revealing the bamboo tube tied to its leg underneath.
Zhang Rongfang threw some dry insects to it, then took down the bamboo tube, opened the paper scroll inside, and looked carefully.
Immediately, news about the Human Immortal Temple being slandered appeared before his eyes, along with a piece of news about Ding Yu.
He put away the paper scroll, his expression unchanged, closed his eyes.
In the darkness, threads of bloodline silk floated before him.
