While Ye Wudao was examining the Dragon King, Zhao Yusheng outside asked Song Tianqi, "Tian Qi, can we really rely on this Ye Wudao?"
"Rest assured, Old Zhao, if he can't handle it, I don't know who can. Don't underestimate him; he's the one who cured the Kiss of Death," Song Tianqi told him.
"Impossible, I've never heard of anyone curing a terminal illness like the Kiss of Death," Hong Anyi immediately said in disbelief.
After all, the news of Ye Wudao curing the Kiss of Death only spread around Nanyang, and not many people knew about it, thus rumors went awry. Since Hong Anyi came from the Capital City, it was not surprising that he hadn't heard about it.
"Whether he's capable or not, arguing about it now is pointless. Let's just wait and see what happens. If you guys had any other solutions, you wouldn't have come to me," Song Tianqi said.
"True, let's just see what happens. I do hope he really has the ability," Zhao Yusheng said, worried.
