“Are all high-rank cultivators able to sense my affliction with a glance?” Zu An couldn’t help but ask. If that was really the case, he couldn’t bear to face anyone anymore.

Still chuckling, Jiang Luofu shook her head and replied, “Don’t worry, I learned about it from another source. You don’t have to worry about anyone sensing this about you.”

Zu An felt a great weight lift off him, but he was also consumed by a burning rage. 

It must be that darned Ji Dengtu! He must have revealed my condition while flirting with someone else. What the hell! Aren’t doctors supposed to have a code of ethics that they’re supposed to follow?

“Ahem, ahem, it looks like we have strayed off-topic.” To clear away the awkwardness in the air, Zu An quickly brought the focus back to the main purpose of his visit. “I don’t expect any wages or tangible benefits from my title as honorary teacher. Naturally, I won’t be teaching any classes either. All I need is official recognition.”

Jiang Luofu gave the matter some thought, but she eventually shook her head. “If a powerful cultivator with a good reputation had donated the seven-and-a-half million silver taels, I would have explored the possibility. However, you should be well aware of your reputation. If I really bestowed on you the title of honorary teacher, I’ll...