Feng Dingchu's rhinitis finally eased after Chu Qianli administered acupuncture.
"I heard you're a divine doctor," Chu Qianli said with a look of disdain.
He couldn't even handle a simple case of rhinitis, his nostrils completely blocked, forcing him to breathe through his mouth, completely devoid of the aura of an otherworldly master.
Feng Dingchu almost rolled his eyes at her.
In his thirty-plus years of life, this was the first time he had been so thoroughly disliked.
"Can't a healer heal themselves? Haven't you heard? Besides, this nasal ailment is a terminal illness, incurable by medicine."
"But it can actually be cured through surgery, once and for all." However, at his current stage, it wasn't a matter of necessity for surgery.
It was best to avoid such surgery if possible, as it was too close to the brain.
Feng Dingchu lay on the grass, gazing at the azure sky, and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
The feeling of clear nostrils was incredibly comfortable.
This sense of relief after escaping a disaster was something only those who suffered from rhinitis could truly understand.
"Your needling technique is excellent, little girl!" he praised sincerely.
"Then when will you change my face?" Although a face wasn't so crucial to her that she would die or live for it,
it was still her own face, and naturally, she wanted it back.
Feng Dingchu turned his head to look at her. "Alright, since you've relieved my nasal congestion, I'll take you there now."
...
Chu Qianli found it very strange.
Wuchenzi had left the imperial city many years ago, living a life of detachment, and should have been indifferent to worldly affairs.
Yet, he knew one of Hua Rong's hiding places, a place even she didn't know about.
"Do you otherworldly masters all have your own intelligence networks or something?"
"No, I just know her well, so it's easier to find her."
"You've known each other for a long time?"
"Yes."
Chu Qianli looked at him, hesitated for a while, then asked, "Do you know her identity?"
"I knew it before, but perhaps not now."
"Then... are you also from the royal family?" Hua Rong called him Feng Dingchu, and his surname was Feng!
Now it was the Feng imperial family, could he also be part of the royal family?
"Qian Sui City... I heard that a prince once gave up everything for a beauty. Oh, and he was a God of War Prince..."
Walking behind Feng Dingchu, Chu Qianli's gaze was fixed on his back.
God of War Prince... Thinking back to the aloof and cold Feng Yexuan.
If Feng Dingchu was indeed the protagonist of the story in Qian Sui City, then how could two Gods of War have such different temperaments?
A God of War could also have a blocked nose due to rhinitis.
It felt so strange.
This God of War was too down-to-earth!
"Was Qian Sui City really named after you?"
"It was the fiefdom granted to me by the Emperor. As for giving up everything for a beauty, it was merely... well, one needs a reason to leave the royal family."
A hint of sadness flickered in Feng Dingchu's eyes, unnoticed by Chu Qianli, who was walking behind him.
Moreover, he appeared so optimistic and sunny, with no trace of darkness.
It was hard to imagine that such a person could also experience sadness.
Chu Qianli caught up and tilted her head, looking at him. "Then... does that beauty truly exist?"
"Do I look like a man with a family?" Why else would a man not shave his beard for over a decade?
"Then perhaps she just didn't want you."
"..." Feng Dingchu turned his head and glanced at her. "Do I look like someone nobody wants?"
"You know, before I shaved your beard, you really didn't know how ugly you were?"
He looked like a scruffy old man, completely lacking self-awareness.
"However, now looking at you..."
"Shh," Feng Dingchu's long finger touched his lips. "Don't speak, someone is coming."