Yi Shengtang hesitated for an entire night but didn't make any decisions.
He didn't even move an inch.
Like a statue.
Sitting quietly all night long.
He looked at Yi Qingyu, who seemed to be asleep on the bed.
His heart was a mix of emotions.
He never imagined that as the Clan Leader of the Shennong Clan, he couldn't save his own sister.
It's simply the most ridiculous joke under the heavens.
If said out loud, others might not believe it.
Yet.
This joke actually happened to him.
An incredible irony.
He smiled bitterly inside, but his face remained cold and icy.
After being openly mocked by Lin Fan yesterday, he couldn't even laugh anymore.
It's an absolute disgrace.
Being scolded by a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, he was utterly humiliated.
Throughout the night, he pondered Lin Fan's words.
If his medicinal methods didn't work, then what other way could save Yi Qingyu?
He racked his brain all night but didn't have a single clue.
Could it be.
