"Can you repair his Dantian?" Yan Xiaobao walked over to the tent and asked. The young boy was followed by a slightly older, more intimidating boy, Deng Wu. Yet the speaker, Yan Xiaobao, was merely ten years old and acted as if he were in complete control.
"Listen here, little boy," the nurse said disdainfully as she looked at Yan Xiaobao. "This is just a civilian boy. While I can repair his Dantian, can you afford to pay for it?"
Hearing her words caused a stir, but Yan Xiaobao's first response was to pull three spirit coins out of a Memory Stone and toss them onto the nurse's face.
"Repair his Dantian, and never show your face before me again." Yan Xiaobao said with undisguised contempt in his voice. A sudden gust of cold wind entered the tent, sending shivers down the woman's spine. In his icy blue eyes gleamed a chilling and arrogant aura that filled the woman with an uncontrollable sense of dread.
