Plan
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Qiao Mu raised her finger and produced a row of silver needles from her inner world. Each needle gleamed brightly as they lined up before her.
Extracting a few of them, her eyelids remained unmoved. Swiftly, she inserted the needles and then patted and pressed on the person's arm, producing a cracking sound.
Initially writhing in pain with tears and snot streaming down his face, the man suddenly felt the pain vanish in less than two seconds.
Just as he was about to inquire, a medicinal pill flew out of his mouth, melting within seconds and leaving no trace.
"The consultation fee is 10,000 spirit currency, and the Spirit Pill is 100,000," Qiao Mu declared indifferently. She shouted at the dumbfounded Madam Guo'an, "Why are you standing there staring? Write it down!!"
Madam Guo'an promptly nodded, holding the umbrella with one hand and extracting a pen and paper from her inner world with the other. She quickly noted down the information.