C534 Did Your Brain Let the Donkey Kick It?

Bu Erwo picked up his pen and paper, poised to write a prescription, when a voice tinged with disdain cut through the air.

"Utter nonsense! If you actually concoct a potion from that prescription for the Mystical Shadow Beast, it'll surely be lethal."

Swoosh!

Heads swiveled toward the sound, and there stood Zhang Xing.

Bu Erwo's brow creased, but he continued to write, brush strokes swift