David Turner felt a chill run down his spine under William Clark's gaze, wondering to himself what was going on. William Clark was clearly just at the first level of the Yuanqi Realm, while he himself was at the eighth level—he could crush William Clark with one hand. So why did he feel such an oppressive sense of facing a terrifying opponent, to the point that he didn’t even dare to breathe loudly?

William Clark’s strength was obvious to all; in this hall, aside from the ordinary people, almost everyone could see his cultivation at a glance. How could such a weak kid give off such a powerful sense of oppression?

David Turner thought it must be an illusion, yet the quiet hall constantly reminded him that this was no illusion.

This oppressive feeling made him extremely uncomfortable, making him desperately want to break the current situation. An eighth-level Yuanqi Realm being rendered speechless by the gaze of a first-level Yuanqi Realm—this was simply a joke!

David Turner decided to break this joke. He forcefully gathered his true essence and was about to speak when William Clark’s gaze shifted away from him...

“The Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python and the Seven-Kill Flowing Cloud Python differ by just one character, but they are two completely different types of demon beasts in terms of attributes...” At this moment, William Clark began to speak.

“Pfft...”

William Clark was interrupted halfway through his sentence by a sudden sound.

Everyone followed the sound and discovered it was David Turner who had made it. At this moment, he spat out a mouthful of old blood, spraying it far and wide, splattering quite a few people.

He had forcefully gathered his true essence to speak, but just as William Clark withdrew the pressure he had been exerting on him, his chest felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. On top of that, he already had some injuries, so he immediately coughed up blood—his injuries now compounded.

“Young master, this person seems to be seriously hurt. Why not let Master Brooks treat him first?” Lucy tugged at William Clark’s sleeve at this moment, full of sympathy.

A hint of surprise appeared on William Clark’s face, but inwardly he was delighted, thinking to himself how clever this little girl was—her follow-up was perfect.

“Why use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken? This brave man looks badly hurt, but it’s actually just some minor internal injuries. Our Fragrant Medicine Pavilion’s Heart-Protecting Pill is famous far and wide—just give him one to take.” William Clark said with a bright smile, looking at David Turner.

Seeing how frightening David Turner looked, Lucy didn’t wait for William Clark’s instructions and turned to fetch the medicine, which scared David Turner even more.

“No, no need. There... there are so many people ahead of me in line, it wouldn’t be right to cut in,” David Turner said guiltily.

“How could that be? I know you don’t trust me, but surely you trust the reputation of our Fragrant Medicine Pavilion? Everyone knows the fame of the Heart-Protecting Pill—your injuries will be cured in no time.” William Clark said with great concern.

As soon as he finished, even Eleanor Brooks nodded and said, “That’s right, this time Little William isn’t messing around. Your injuries aren’t serious, but if they get worse, it won’t be fun. The Heart-Protecting Pill is just right for your condition.”

Actually, William Clark’s gaze had lingered on several people earlier, but only stayed a bit longer on David Turner. The others couldn’t empathize, so they didn’t notice anything wrong with David Turner.

At this moment, William Clark’s concern—though no one knew what he was really up to—wasn’t out of place when it came to saving and healing people.

While they were talking, Lucy had already returned like a whirlwind with a Heart-Protecting Pill.

“Young master, here you go.” Lucy handed the pill to William Clark as if seeking praise.

William Clark turned to take the pill, patted Lucy’s head, and said with a smile, “Good job.”

“Not at all,” Lucy shook her head vigorously.

At this moment, William Clark had his back to the crowd, so no one noticed what he was doing with his hands, and Lucy didn’t notice either.

If anyone had paid attention to William Clark’s hand holding the pill, they would have seen that the pill wasn’t actually in his hand, but floating above his palm, with his fingers vibrating at an extremely high frequency.

After finishing with Lucy, William Clark turned around, walked up to David Turner, and handed him the pill. “Here, take it quickly.”

David Turner took the Heart-Protecting Pill, but his expression changed several times. Did this kid really discover something? No matter what, this kid was no good—since when did he start caring about others?

While David Turner was feeling uneasy, his gaze swept over to Eleanor Brooks, and he immediately stepped forward and said righteously, “Master Brooks, it’s not that I’m petty, but Young Master Clark’s reputation really isn’t great. To be honest, I don’t trust this pill. Please, master, decide for me!”

At his words, everyone nodded in agreement, but Lucy was indignant. “How can you be so ungrateful? Our young master is kindly trying to help you, yet you suspect him.”

“Hmph! Everyone knows what your young master is like. Is there anything wrong with being suspicious?” David Turner stiffened up, refusing to take the pill.

Eleanor Brooks glanced at William Clark and saw that he was perfectly calm, not the least bit angry, which made him even more suspicious.