"What?"
When Ye Ziyan heard the old man's words, her expression immediately changed, looking quite displeased.
"Are all alchemists this shameless now?"
Xiao Yifeng curled his lips.
"Miss, who is this?"
At this moment, Uncle Fu finally noticed Xiao Yifeng, looking at the unfamiliar face with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"He is a savior of mine, but don't worry about him for now. Uncle Fu, take me to see that alchemist immediately."
Ye Ziyan said somewhat urgently.
"Alright!"
The old man nodded and led Ye Ziyan forward.
In the main hall of the Ye Mansion, a middle-aged man in a velvet robe looked somewhat unpleasant as he stared at an elderly man with white hair, a goatee, and a pair of eyes flickering with a sinister look.
This middle-aged man was Ye Ziyan's father, Ye Zhengqing, the patriarch of the Ye Family, one of the Four Great Families in Sihuang City, and the old man was obviously the second-level alchemist.
