The old clan head arrived just as Ning Chen finished his medicinal bath.

Ning Chen sighed. "Old clan head, what happens next?"

The old clan head said, "My lord prince only needs to take off his top, lie down on the bed and leave the rest to this old one."

The corner of Ning Chen's mouth twitched. Why did that sound so wrong?

He stripped off everything above the waist, showing a lean, powerful body, and lay down on the bed.

Xiao Yanxi told Wu Tiezhu to take men, surround the building and let no one in or out.

In the room, the old clan head opened her medicine chest and took out a roll of silver needles.

She drew out a silver needle and looked at Ning Chen. "My lord prince, when that breath scatters, it will hurt somewhat. I beg my lord prince's pardon in advance."

Watching the old clan head hold up the silver needle, Ning Chen suddenly felt that he'd seen this before... Somewhere in his memory, he seemed to have seen an old woman stabbing people with a needle. (TL Note: Most likely Rong Momo, the palace matron of the 1998 Chinese TV drama "My Fair Princess," notorious for torturing girls with embroidery needles — a memory from Ning Chen's old life.)

But he thought about it for a long time and still couldn't remember where he'd seen it.

Ning Chen pulled his thoughts together and let out a deep sigh. After today, his life in the martial arts would be over for good.

"Old clan head, go ahead!"

The old clan head gave a slight nod. She was about to start with the needles when a booming voice rang out from outside. "My lord prince, Ning Chen... I'm back! It's Old Feng! I've found a way to cure you, hahaha......"

Feng Qizheng didn't need to say who it was. Everyone knew that voice.

None of that mattered. What mattered was that Feng Qizheng said he'd found a way to cure Ning Chen.

Ning Chen shot upright.

Thud, thud, thud!!!

Heavy footsteps made the wooden…