"Could it be... that this is the Divine Doctor invited from China?"
"I don't know."
"Alas, His Majesty is truly pitiful. In order to cure the little prince, he has already started grasping at straws."
Everyone expressed their sympathies one after another.
From the moment Guo Yi entered the hall, he had felt something was amiss. Among the crowd, there were a few individuals who captured Guo Yi's attention. Standing underneath the fourth golden pillar was an elder with white hair, clutching a gem-encrusted scepter. His eyes were deep and azure. He stared at Guo Yi, seemingly filled with curiosity.
On the elder, Guo Yi sensed something akin to nature's magnetic field.
In the middle of the red carpet was a middle-aged woman. She was wrapped in a long, black robe with a white headscarf that revealed only her black eyes. In her hands, she held a glistening prayer wheel, emitting a faint Demonic Qi from her entire being.
