Unfortunately, the two completely misunderstood.
"That's good. I have a ninety percent chance of saving Brother Gao," Han Yan said with a face full of joy.
"Pfft!" Wu Zhou and his companion both spat out their tea simultaneously.
After saying so much, it seems it was all in vain. The Master Priest in front of them not only lacked self-awareness but seemed to become even more arrogant than before.
"Master Priest, do you know what you're saying?" Wu Yazi looked at Han Yan with a doubtful gaze, appearing either to suspect Han Yan had gone crazy or that she had taken the wrong elixir, or perhaps both.
If Han Yan hadn't been quite polite earlier, showing proper etiquette, they might have started cursing her already. Just doubting whether Lady Mu's brain was addled or if she took the wrong elixir was already quite courteous.
"Masters, please remove these Golden Needles. I will now heal Brother Gao," Han Yan said.
