C1718 Misunderstanding

In the courtyard of the Hundred-year-old Immortal's abode, Chu Qing rose to his feet, his expression one of profound gratitude. "Hundred-year-old Immortal, I owe you my deepest thanks. Without your aid, my wounds would never have healed so swiftly."

The Hundred-year-old Immortal dismissed the thanks with a casual wave of his hand. "It was nothing," he said