In the main hall, the City Lord sat down on the main seat. After asking a subordinate to bring tea, he inquired, "How should I call you, Young Master?"
"My surname is Feng." She sipped her tea and answered him in an unhurried tone.
"So, you're Young Master Feng. Excuse me for my disrespect." He cupped his fists with a smile and asked again, "Young Master Feng has already owned two saint rank alchemist badges at a young age. It's remarkable!"
"City Lord Duan, let's be candid and straightforward." She put down her teacup and looked at him. "I heard that your esteemed father in the manor is not in good health?"
"That's right."
He nodded. "I have invited a lot of people to examine my father, all to no avail. I wonder if I can trouble Young Master Feng to take a look? If you can cure my father, just speak. As long it's in my power or it's an object inside the manor, I can give it to Young Master Feng as a reward."
