Trevor Ye's eyes were bright, and his uncontrollable excitement was revealed on his calm face. He took a step forward: "I know that Master will be fine. Grandpa, tell me what I should do to save Master."
Leonard Ye took a few steps forward and held down Trevor Ye's right brain, pinching his left pulse with one hand. The usually calm alchemist's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, he was so nervous that after just a moment, Trevor Ye broke free.
Leonard Ye's face was tense. He walked to the wooden shelf and took something out. A pile of bottles and jars were casually swept to the ground. He took out unknown ancient things from a hidden place and placed the quaint box on the table. Leonard Ye didn't even raise his head: "Say what you just said again."
Trevor Ye pinched his wrist and pressed it. He was surprised and didn't know whether the master was preparing medicine to save the master or busy with something else. Trevor Ye didn't interrupt and answered cooperatively: "......How can I save the master?"
"No, I asked you to give up Nolan Rong, and you said it was impossible, and then what else did you say?"
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