As soon as the words fell, the room plunged into a deathly silence.
The first to break the silence was not Mr. Sun, but the female disciple standing by.
The female disciple, with features as delicate as a painting, frowned slightly upon hearing Qin An's words: "What do you mean by this, sir? The Zhang mansion has consulted all the physicians in Xunyang Prefecture, and they all diagnose Miss Zhang with Sleeping Illness. Why is it that only you assert this is not a disease?"
Mr. Sun also showed doubt on his face, but he had great faith in Qin An, knowing his capabilities, so he refrained from asking directly.
Qin An slowly withdrew his hand and uttered two heavy words: "Dream demon."
As soon as he spoke, the already tense atmosphere seemed to freeze instantly.
Mr. Sun frowned tightly and said: "Dream demon? What is that?"
The female disciple was even more bewildered.
