At noon, Cheng Zixiao returned from outside, covered in wind and snow; his complexion was pale and not too good.
Hua Yan poured him a cup of hot tea and, after he caught his breath and warmed himself, she finally asked him, "How is it on Tian Bujue's side? You don't look well; has there been no progress?"
Cheng Zixiao nodded, "We've tested most of the medicinal materials, none of them work, they can't replace Panlong Ginseng."
Hua Yan pursed her lips, "Don't worry, isn't there still a small portion left?"
Cheng Zixiao, holding the hot tea, said, "Tian Bujue said that there's not much hope and, if we don't want the whole city's people to perish, he suggests that we should still try to find Panlong Ginseng."
Hua Yan nodded, "By this evening at the latest, both the Crown Prince and my brother will have received the message. Hopefully, they can exert some effort to obtain Panlong Ginseng."
