Miteer Auction House, West Court VIP Room
Ya Fei leaned against the railing, gazing at the pale light of dawn in the distance. From time to time, she rubbed her forehead, and from time to time, she sighed.
Old Hai had brought over the little brother she had come to know, his entire upper body covered in blood. It had terrified her at the time.
After summoning a physician for an examination, they discovered that the index finger on his left hand had been severed at the root. His internal organs had also seemed to have been crushed, suffering varying degrees of damage. Fortunately, none of the injuries were fatal. With healing pills and a month of recuperation, he would fully recover.
However, Xiao Yan's Three Year Agreement with Nalan Yanran was only two days away. Although Xiao Yan had now advanced to Da Dou Shi, she had heard Nalan Yanran say that the latter had been a Da Dou Shi for quite some time. With his current injuries, his chances of victory would likely become exceedingly slim.
Then there was Xiao Yan's current mental state...
Ya Fei rubbed her head in distress, her sigh becoming even more melancholy and helpless.
Should she ask Old Hai for a favor and have him take out a fifth-tier healing pill from the family's secret treasury? Given Old Hai's relationship with Xiao Yan, he should agree.
At present, this was the only way to quickly heal Xiao Yan's injuries.
Just then, a pretty Young Girl in a blue cloud-embroidered robe, her pink hair cascading over her shoulders, slowly approached.
After thinking for a moment, Ya Fei recalled the Young Girl's identity—Gongsun Liuli, a disciple of Jia Nan Academy.
"Miss Liuli, what brings you here?" Ya Fei gave a slight bow, her tone still