"Uncle, whether he can do it or not, why don't we let him try and find out?"
Tang Shengyi spoke dispassionately.
"Since it's Shengyi's suggestion, let's give it a try; it doesn't hurt to do so,"
Tang Shihai nodded.
"Reporting to the Sect Leader, Medicine King Valley Young Master Yao Haoran requests an audience!"
Just then, a Tang Sect member entered, bowed, and spoke.
"Oh, Haoran is here, let him in!"
Tang Shihai said.
At that moment, Tang Shengyi's expression subtly changed, and her eyes sharpened, while a smile lingered at the corner of Xiao Yifeng's mouth.
Following this, Yao Haoran entered wearing a white robe, holding a feather fan, walking like a dashing gentleman, exuding an air of superiority.
"Greetings to Uncle Tang!"
Upon reaching Tang Shengyi's side, Yao Haoran faced Tang Shihai and saluted with a clasped fist.
"Haoran, what brings you here?"
Tang Shihai asked, looking at Yao Haoran.
