He squinted his eyes, watching Qin Yi do battle like a god of death with the bandits. His own cough just abated, the man in the white robe, asked with a smile the only diminutive lean old man who remained at his side, "Mr Jiang, do you think the techniques this person uses seem oddly familiar?"
Not only did Qin Yi's style of martial arts look familiar to him, but even Qin Yi's face. Thus, he let others go forward to help.
That old man, Mr. Jiang, with great concentration looked for a long while before finally turning around with an apologetic face and bowing, "It is my own incompetence. I only know medicine, as for the ability to recognize people... I am truly not adept."
The white-robed man burst out laughing heartily, but the next moment he began to cough violently again, appearing to be in great agony.
Mr. Jiang hurriedly came forward to smooth his breathing.
"It's frustrating that although I have medical skills, I cannot alleviate your pain, it really is… sigh!"