Upon hearing Li Tiancheng's predicament, Xu Wendong sighed deeply, and couldn't help but think of the saying, "The rope always breaks at its weakest point, misfortune always finds the wretched."
After pondering for a moment, Xu Wendong said, "If I'm not mistaken, Li Tiancheng wants me to help him refine an elixir to cure his brain disease, doesn't he?"
Waiter: "Yes, Li Tiancheng has sought out many alchemists, but no one has been able to refine the elixir he needs."
Xu Wendong spoke: "Let him come up!"
The waiter's eyes lit up: "Could it be that Young Master Xu has agreed to help him with alchemy?"
Xu Wendong smiled: "I didn't say that!"
The waiter laughed: "Anyway, you are a good person."
After placing the food and drinks on the table, the waiter turned and left Xu Wendong's room, and shortly afterwards, a slightly anxious Li Tiancheng entered his room.
He was dressed in a gray robe; although his hair and beard were white, his long hair seemed very tidy.
However.
