Ye Chuqi was frank. "I do."
Aiton, who had been sitting quietly off to the side, afraid the slightest noise might disturb them, clapped a hand over his mouth and let out a sob. Old Barnard's eyes lit up with delight.
"But there's something I need to make clear," Ye Chuqi said. "I have a method, but that doesn't mean it will work. I know that sounds roundabout, but you must understand: I can provide the method. Whether it gives him a chance to survive depends on the young master himself."
"I understand, I understand!" Hearing that there was a chance, Aiton could no longer hold back his tears. "He can do it. Joshua can do it!"
"There's one more thing you need to understand. No one else can know this method. So if Joshua wants it, he must swear an oath never to betray me or pass it on without my permission." Ye Chuqi smiled. "Most importantly, he must obey me. He must do as I say."
Aiton stared at her, dumbfounded. "That..."
It sounded serious. When a secret was involved, it was perfectly normal for both parties to sign a contract to keep it. But Ye Chuqi's final demand cast an eerie light over the whole affair.
Only San San grumbled, "With that face of yours, you couldn't look like a villain if you tried. Why insist on playing one? Look how you've scared them. They probably think you're going to run off with their precious son. You're just teaching him a cultivation technique. Why make it sound like he's selling himself to bury his father?"
Ye Chuqi's smile deepened. "I'm just making sure they understand how precious this opportunity is."
San San laughed too. "Come to think of it, if the young master gets through this, his