Although...her Dao heart could not be thrown into disarray.
Miss Ji Ran remembered what she had come for today.
Although she had already seen hope for healing the Sacred Emperor, that hope was placed in someone else's hands, and her side could not take the initiative... Such a situation had been exceedingly rare throughout Nether history.
Ji Ran understood her mother's thoughts very well. Gratitude was only temporary; control was the original intent.
She did not delude herself into thinking the other party would selflessly share the technology of Soul Department Surgery... But as long as she was given even the tiniest spark with which to break through the technological barriers, Ji Ran was confident that, with Nether's vast resources, she could go farther.
But looking at Maid Miss before her, who had merely let her long hair fall down her back and was dressed in Young Master Luo's clothes, Ji Ran still found it difficult to remain calm.
After silently reciting several calming formulas, Ji Ran said pensively, "I wonder if Miss You Ye's medical skills were passed down by Young Master Luo?"
"They're just a few minor tricks." Maid Miss shook her head. "I came up with them in my spare time."
Ji Ran clearly did not believe her. With a bitter, jealous smile, she said, "If that's true, then those of us who practice medicine would be a laughingstock."
Maid Miss did not explain. She merely said casually, "Actually, if Master had acted yesterday, there would have been no need to use the Pure Vase, much less perform surgery. He could have done it right in the thatched cottage."
Ji Ran's face filled with disbelief, and she instinctively asked, "Then why didn't Young Master Luo act personally yesterday?"
Maid Miss smiled. "Yesterday's patient wasn't that person from