Yi Shengtang sat alone in the deserted main hall.
The usually bustling main hall was now as silent as another world.
He closed his eyes and felt the tranquility.
Yet his heart was in utter turmoil.
Countless thoughts scrambled through his mind, making him restless.
Finally.
A single question prevailed, driving out thoughts of Yi Siyu's death and Yi Tianqiu's troubles from his mind.
Can Lin Fan really cure my sister Yi Qingyu?
However, there was no answer to this question, and he could only hold his temples in distress.
Just at this moment.
Noises came from outside the main hall.
Yi Shengtang opened his eyes and glanced toward the door.
It seemed they had captured Lin Fan.
If a mere Lin Fan couldn't be dealt with by ten thousand troops, then the Shennong Clan's reputation would be utterly ruined.
He cleared his throat and straightened up to speak.
Suddenly!
Yi Shengtang's eyes widened abruptly, his face turning blue and red in embarrassment.
He saw.
