Wang Anfeng smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Pu, for the reminder."
"The safety of the city will be entrusted to you, Brother Pu."
Pu Yongyan, still slightly drunk, couldn't help but feel a bit smug and laughed heartily, saying:
"Naturally, I'm telling you, reaching my current position isn't something that can be achieved just by accumulating experience. You must have real skills."
Wang Anfeng nodded with a smile, then took out something from his chest, placed it on the table, and gently pushed it over. Pu Yongyan saw it was a small square wooden box and was puzzled. Wang Anfeng smiled and said:
"In my humble self, I am powerless, merely a common scholar, and have no way to ensure the city's safety. Fortunately, I have followed my master since childhood to study the Qihuang technique, and I have some insights into making healing medicines. This elixir is called the Five-Heart Pill, capable of slightly restraining the usual fierce poisons of the Jianghu."
