The First Madam’s body trembled, her face slightly pale, lips tightly pressed together, and she remained silent for a long ti.
After a while—
"Nan Yang, bringing you back, I have never regretted it. I am tired, you may go." The First Madam resud tapping the wooden fish and reciting Buddhist scriptures, saying no more.
Nan Yang did not move; he lowered his eyes, gazing at the First Madam for a long ti with an obscure and uncertain expression.
"Mother, rember to look for if you need anything."
With that, he turned and left.
The sound of the wooden fish stopped, the chanting ceased, and the Buddhist beads in her hands no longer rotated. In the room filled with sandalwood fragrance, dim light interwove with swirling smoke, bringing forth a deep sigh.
An Yiqing was unaware of Nan Yang’s return to the Nan Family, as she was currently focused on treating Nan Tian.
Nan Tian’s injuries consisted of three major parts: decaying skin, abnormal consciousness, and vocal cords burned by fire. An Yiqing spent a whole month imrsed in the dicine Sect’s ancient texts and the dical books left by Shennong Shi, finally researching tirelessly to discover a thod to heal Nan Tian’s skin and vocal cords.
However, to comnce treatnt, one crucial dicine was still lacking. No, to be precise, it was not a dicine, but a legendary item—Dragon Scale!
"This... isn’t it only in legends?" Chiang Yu received An Yiqing’s order to find dragon scales and was quite puzzled. Although he had begun the cultivation of ancient martial arts, dragons still did not exist in his atheistic worldview.
"No, it is not a legend. In Xuanjin, there is an ancient Situ Family whose purpose is to ta dragons. Situ Family mbers can interact with dragons and command them to do many things. They need to cultivate a technique called the Dragon-Taming Art. After practicing the Dragon-Taming Art, the denser the Dragon Qi, the easier the communication with dragons becos. When I fell off a cliff and ended up on an island, I was fortunate enough to be saved by Ah Mi and Grandma Fengling, who are descendants of the Situ Family. Grandma Fengling passed the Dragon-Taming Art on to , and I took over the mission of the Dragon Taming Clan on behalf of the Situ Family."
An Yiqing’s words astonished Chiang Yu; he had always known this Young Sect Leader was incredibly powerful, but to even deal with the mythical dragons of Xuanjin was truly unbelievable!
"Sect Leader, can you really communicate with dragons?" Chiang Yu asked with so uncertainty.
An Yiqing nodded and then shook her head: "I’ve only practiced the Dragon-Taming Art for two months, so I’m not sure what the effects will be. I’ll call Grandma Fengling when I have ti and consult with her, see what insights she can offer."
Chiang Yu nodded thoughtfully, still unable to fully digest the shocking news he had just heard.
"What about Miss Nan Tian then? If the dragon scales can’t be acquired for a while, should we just let her sleep like this?" Chiang Yu sympathetically glanced at Nan Tian lying on the bed, covered in Silver Needles, and sighed deeply. Such hardship to endure at such a young age!
An Yiqing also looked towards Nan Tian, her gaze profound: "No, the skin and vocal cord issues we will deal with later; I want to restore her consciousness first!" It was just a matter of ntal stimulation; letting Nan Tian regain awareness wasn’t particularly difficult for An Yiqing.
Chiang Yu was startled, "Sect Leader, if you wake Miss Nan Tian now and she sees her own condition... she will surely feel worse than death!"
"And what of it?" An Yiqing’s eyes held a rare coldness and cruelty, "If she can’t endure even this little setback, how can she justify still lying in bed unable to move like Old Master Nan? She was too well protected by her grandfather, it’s ti for her to grow up!"
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