Ruler (3)

Ye Yi nodded and replied, "I know! You built that place. It's now the holy land of medicine on the continent. They say patients there recover a little faster, so many patients want to stay there. Wait—could it be that when those patients said they recovered faster, it wasn't an illusion? Was it really true?"

If it had been anywhere else, everyone would have assumed the patients' claims were merely psychological. But in light of this topic, they seemed to understand that it was not psychological, not an illusion, but something Ye Lang had done without anyone knowing.

"Yes, there's also a Spirit Gathering Array there! It can improve a person's constitution, though the effect is very gradual. Unless someone stays there for a long time, there won't be any major change," Ye Lang said casually.

"No wonder! Back when we were at Muddleheaded Hall, I felt refreshed and invigorated, and meditation seemed a little more effective too..." Ye Lanyu and the Seventh Princess recalled it now, and it really had been so.

"Seventh..."

Once everyone had confirmation, all eyes turned to Seventh Brother. There was absolutely nothing friendly in those gazes—rather, they were filled with the urge to kill.

They knew that because of Seventh Brother's alterations, they had let several years of excellent training grounds slip through their fingers for nothing. To martial artists and mages like them, that was unforgivable.

"Hehe, I'll go change it right away..." Seventh Brother fled with remarkable quickness. He knew that if he stayed here, everyone's resentment would burn him alive.

"Little Thirteen, you too. Why didn't you tell us sooner that you had something this good?" Ye Yi watched Seventh Brother leave, shook his head, and complained that Ye Lang had not made it clear.

"It was a secret. I hadn't