"Uh..."
In the hall, aside from Lin Bai, Emperor Huang, and others, everyone, including Zhao Yiran and Elder Yun, couldn't help but be slightly startled, and their eyes turned in surprise towards Mo Wangchen.
"Though you, my young friend, also grasp some of the Pill arts and have even reached the Saint Grade level of skill, the illness of Saint Master Jiang..."
Elder Yun didn't explicitly state it, afraid of discouraging Mo Wangchen, but upon careful consideration, it was clear he was expressing an attitude of, "Even as a Ninth Grade Holy Rank Alchemist, I'm powerless. What can you do?"
"Let you try?"
Standing not far from Elder Yun, Scumbag Yao, initially stunned by Mo Wangchen's words, finally reacted, glancing at Mo Wangchen, and said, "Try and you'll perish? Even my great-grandfather had no solution, and what can a little brat like you do?"
