"You’re not joking with me, are you?"
Wang Zhijiao looked at him with some surprise. She had never seen a man like this; he didn't even seem to fear the King of Hell. The mountain could burn, and the mountain could bleed—just hearing such things was enough to make one’s hair stand on end. Anyone else, upon hearing such rumors, would be desperate to stay as far away as possible. How could he be so excited after hearing them? It was too strange.
Shi Yi knew that feudal superstitions were deeply rooted in the minds of people in this era, so he didn’t want to waste too much energy explaining. Suddenly, he remembered the various medicinal herbs blanketing that valley and recalled Wang Zhijiao's natural talent for identifying them. He looked up.
"Do you want to learn pharmacology?"
Chapter 40