Earlier, while Master Liang was diagnosing his father and the others, Ye Xuan was doing the same, considering how to create an antidote.
Finally, he settled on the most reliable formula for the antidote.
After arranging the Spirit Medicines, Ye Xuan's hands became a blur. One by one, the herbs vanished from the counter as he began the refining process…
In the main hall, the crowd was exceptionally quiet. No one dared to breathe too loudly, their gazes fixed nervously on the small room Ye Xuan had entered.
Ye Zhanxiong finally broke the silence. "Father, can Xuan'Er really cure Third and Fourth Brother?"
Ye Batian's pupils constricted. In a solemn voice, he said, "At this point, we can only trust him. Besides, I know Xuan'Er would never gamble with the lives of Zhanyun and the others."
"Elder Ye, don't worry. Young Master Xuan will definitely succeed," Luo Zhan suddenly interjected, his voice full of confidence.
