The Divine Healer

It was July, with scorching heat blanketing the land. The intense sun baked the earth.,Chen Mu was embarrassed. To be honest, the wine was too hard to drink, what kind of taste was it It was simply worlds apart from the wine brewed by his master. But his master seemed to have gone out and couldn't speak too directly, he had to know how to give others face, so he could only vaguely say: "It's alright.",He was dressed in such a bizarre manner. It was sweltering summer, yet he wore a thick fur coat, completely obscuring himself. Even his feet were encased in thick woolen boots...。