"I would like to ask the lady to look at the wounds of my friend here."
Li Yan spoke up.
Feng Yi's gaze swept over Li Yan's form and she smiled, "Then let me draw a fortune stick."
The lady put down the golden chisel, leaned forward, and her icy fingers touched the wounds of Nine-Winged Sudu, causing Sudu to draw in a breath of cold air in pain.
"Her injuries are severe, I need to take her to the back hall."
Seeing Lady Dan nod her head, Li Yan bowed, "Thank you for your trouble."
The lady gracefully bowed in return, bent down to pick up the pain-stricken Nine-Winged Sudu, and carried her towards the back hall.
Before leaving, she tossed a sentence over her shoulder without looking back.
"The fortune sticks are on the table, feel free to try your luck."
The room quieted down once more.
Feng Yi walked to the table, picked up the fortune stick container, and shook it carelessly.
A pitch-black bamboo stick clattered down.
He picked it up and looked.
