At that moment, the waiter came over to wipe the table and pour tea, and each of the three ordered a bowl of the signature sliced noodles.
"We can talk now, anything about the Holy Medicine Hall." Mo Liancheng drank a cup of tea, set the cup down, and then leisurely asked Huo Jianchen.
"Eh? Just like that?" Huo Jianchen was somewhat surprised.
"Stop the nonsense, start talking."
Seeing that his lord was about to get angry, the swordsman hurriedly said, "My lord, don't be angry, I'll speak immediately. It's said that, this Holy Medicine Hall, used to be called Holy Grass Hall. It was founded by Master Liancheng, also known as the Divine Doctor by outsiders. Oh right, my lord, you share the same name as the Divine Doctor. Quite a coincidence."
"There are many people in the world with the same name, get to the point," Mo Liancheng frowned.
"Yes, yes, I should not talk nonsense."
But, with that statement, hadn't the swordsman just talked nonsense again?
