The smell of medicine was almost unbearable— at least to those who weren’t used to this work. Bowls of medicine and wraps of herbs and other ingredients were neatly organised throughout the room. Shen Xiaolian was currently standing at a bedside glaring at the currently unconscious body in her care. She couldn’t help but be annoyed, you were a demonic cultivator from now destroyed Tian Mountain sect… a sect known for trouble!

You were injured though… she had some pity. “Ridiculous…”