C75 Ambush

"Deacon Fang! We've brought the items you requested!" Kong Qing said with a smile.

Fang Yan's attention shifted to the spirit medicine in Yuan Yuanxiang's hands: five grayish-brown leaves with a pattern like flowing water, beneath which lay a peculiar fruit, roughly the size of a fish eye.

"Haha! Your strength is truly remarkable, Miss!" Fang Yan laughed heartily