Teacher?
Bruce and the others watched as an old man from the medical team came running toward them, absolutely jubilant. Despite his age, he was smiling so widely his face resembled a blooming chrysanthemum, and he ran with a flamboyant gait.
"Who is he calling 'Teacher'?" Bruce asked.
The leaders of the official Martial Artist organizations from around the world looked at each other in confusion. None of them had any disciples in the medical field.
"Teacher, what are you doing here?"
The old man ran right up to Ye Xiu. His face was flushed and he was panting from the sprint and his excitement, and his eyes shone with a feverish light.
"This…"
Bruce and the others all turned to look at Ye Xiu.
Good heavens! Ye Xiu is the Xuanse Medicine King… how does he have a foreign disciple?
It wasn't just them; the more than one thousand members of the medical team were also shocked.
Bruce and his cohort didn't recognize the old man.
