C220 The President of the Artifact Refining Association

Lee Qi checked the man's pulse, his brow furrowing in concern before a smirk of disdain crossed his face.

"Are you sure you're ill?" Lee Qi inquired.

Ning Feng, taken aback, questioned, "Is he feigning illness?"

"Pill King Ning Feng, why don't you feel his pulse? Then you'll see," Lee Qi suggested with a grin.

Ning Feng reached out, but the middle-aged man abruptly withdrew his hand