Rong'er had actually noticed Ye Tian from the very beginning. Among a group of cultivators brimming with vitality and hardened by countless battles, Ye Tian looked far too weak now, making him exceptionally conspicuous.
In the common perception, healers were generally elderly men with white hair and youthful faces, long and steady breaths, and kindly, gentle demeanors. Rong'er had thought so as well, which was why she had excluded Ye Tian from consideration from the start, assuming he was some young attendant or servant who had been frightened or injured in the recent battle.
Now that the guard had pointed to Ye Tian, Rong'er was greatly astonished. Though she had seen some grand scenes while following Princess Jingyi and possessed a certain degree of composure, intense surprise and disbelief still flashed uncontrollably through her eyes.
"You are a healer named Mu Yan?" Rong'er looked at Ye Tian seriously and asked.
"Yes," Ye Tian said.
Rong'er turned her doubtful gaze toward Tian Meng beside her.
Tian Meng hurriedly nodded in confirmation.
"Come with me," Rong'er said solemnly after receiving confirmation, setting aside her other thoughts.
"May I ask what this is about?" Ye Tian did not move.
"My mistress wishes to ask you to handle something," Rong'er explained.
"May I ask what exactly it is? You can see my current condition. I may very well be unable to undertake it, and would only make my mistress disappointed for nothing." Ye Tian spoke calmly.
A trace of impatience immediately appeared on Rong'er's face.
The guard beside her curled his lips and sneered, his gaze plainly saying: What an ungrateful bastard.
Tian Meng and the others were also anxiously watching Ye Tian, looking as though they hated iron for not becoming steel.
They thought that since it was Princess Jingyi, she would certainly