There was only one Saintess every few generations. Her great-grandmother was one of them, but her great-grandmother had already passed away. Now, only the new one from the Lan family was left. If she obtained her blood, it could be a medicinal primer for Yan Jiuchao.
A trace of light flashed across Yu Wan's eyes. "In that case, it's our luck that the Lan family has a Saintess."
Qiu Bing nodded. "That's right."
Yu Wan stood up and said, "Then let's hurry up and look for her! If we miss this and wait for the next one, god knows when we'll be able to find one."
They could wait, but Yan Jiuchao's poison could not. It would take at least half a month or three months. Yu Wan did not dare to use half a year as a bet.
"How do we go?" Qing Yan, who had been silent for a while, asked.
