C245 Predicting the Future

"No."

Liu Fann flatly refused, turning his back on Zhang Banxian, leaving him with a chilly silhouette.

Zhang Banxian, his face a mask of embarrassment, persisted in pleading for his life, "Young man, the heart of a healer is kind. True, I'm a tomb raider, but I've been driven to it. Pah, pah, it was that icy woman who coerced me. If I hadn't been cursed with this poison