Madame Yan had little hope when she first heard Gu Chaoyan's claims. Even if there was a way to repair Yan Wuji's spiritual root, it would surely take time.
But against all odds…
It was all true…
Madame Yan felt a surge of respect and gratitude towards Gu Chaoyan.
"I have no idea where these rumors originated from. Wuji hasn't been anywhere else for the past two days. He was merely playing with the young sword practitioner at the Yan Manor and sustained minor injuries. He took some medicinal pills to aid in his recovery. Deacon, there's no need to lend credence to such baseless rumors. The Yan Family has not reported any of this, correct?" After Yan Wuji withdrew his spiritual root, he spoke with a relaxed expression, as if the imperial court and the deacon were simply making a fuss.
The deacon's face turned grim.
Initially, this task had seemed inconsequential.
