C968 A Terrifying Killing Intent

Feng Zhentian had penned a prescription teeming with various herbs. Chen Jinluo might not be able to gather them all quickly, but fortunately, the Chen family had their own medicinal storehouse. They would collect as many as possible.

Meanwhile, Feng Zhentian sat in his bedroom, his fists clenched tightly, his expression dark and ominous, exuding a terrifying murderous aura