Wang Zijia nodded when he saw that the other party understood his situation and said, "I can solve your 'illness'."
As soon as he spoke, the Great Hall suddenly fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Even Yi Chenglin, who had been sipping tea nonchalantly, paused in his actions, his gaze sharply turning to Wang Zijia.
Yi Yunhui was even more stunned; after a few moments, he seemed to come to his senses, his eyes bursting with Strong Spiritual Light as he looked at Wang Zijia and asked, "Is that true?"
Wang Zijia smiled and said, "Do you think I would joke about something like this?"
"Junior didn't mean that, junior was saying..." Yi Yunhui hurriedly explained, but he broke off in the middle of his sentence, not knowing what to say. Caught up in his excitement, he seemed somewhat incoherent.
