“Tell them this old man is saved.” Yu Suo used her mental remembrance to say to Ye Qingzi.

Yu Suo was the ancestor of flower types. Having some powerful techniques wasn’t out of the ordinary and so Ye Qingzi didn’t find it strange.

Ye Qingzi nodded, retracted her soul remembrance, and noticed everyone around her looking at her. She slowly opened her mouth to speak, “The old man’s illness can be cured.”

Ye Qingzi just finished when the slightly numb middle aged man nodded and subconsciously said, “Thank you for trying, xuan teacher…..”

This sentence was something Xiao Xueang has said countless times. Almost every xuan teacher that had come saying they were an expert was treated with this sentence from Han Xueang.

Out of habit, Xiao Xueang said the same thing politely this time.

Truthfully, if even the lead disciple of Xuan Sect had no cure, there truly was no reason for Xiao Xueang to believe such a young female xuan teacher.

“Sect Master Xiao, she…. She said the old sect master can be healed!” After a few seconds,...