"Patriarch, I've brought the herbs." A moment later, a servant came rushing back, holding a bundle of herbs.
Wen Qingye quietly took the herbs, examined them carefully, and nodded.
Jie Jiachun watched Wen Qingye and sneered inwardly, 'Even I wasn't completely confident I could cure her. You think you can do it with such simple herbs?'
Jie Jiachun had failed to cure Gao Yuerou's mother—in fact, he had nearly killed her. If Wen Qingye succeeded, wouldn't that prove that his own skills were inferior to this young man's?
Wen Qingye took the herbs. With a wave of his hand, Gao Ming and the others took the cue and stepped back.
All eyes were fixed on Wen Qingye, and a nervous tension filled the air. Of course, most of them remained skeptical about his ability to perform Alchemy.
Wen Qingye placed the herbs on a nearby stone table. He then slowly circulated the Primordial Qi in his palm, and a jet of flame suddenly burst forth.
BOOM!
