The doubt that had lingered on Yin Changqing's face immediately gave way to utter solemnity.
"Young Master Tang, where did you hear of these three prescriptions? Can you prepare them?" Yin Changqing asked eagerly.
"My master passed all of them down to me. Whether I can refine them or not, without the medicinal ingredients, there's nothing to be done," Tang Yan said with a smile.
"That is true. I was hasty. I was disrespectful earlier; I hope you won't hold it against me, Young Master Tang," Yin Changqing said sincerely.
"Young Master Tang, come with me to see my mother," Fire Phoenix said.
"Miss Lan, forgive an old man for speaking bluntly, but without those three medicinal ingredients, even an immortal would be helpless." Yin Changqing sighed softly.
"I'll take a look." Tang Yan offered no judgment on whether he could cure her.
"Sorry for the trouble, Young Master Tang." Lan Guiwei hurriedly rose. Realizing that doing this might cause Elder Yin to lose face, he immediately turned and said, "Elder Yin, sorry for the trouble, but please stand guard for Young Master Tang."
"Very well." Elder Yin nodded in agreement.
The group entered the bedroom and saw a beautiful woman lying on the bed, her eyes tightly shut, her face deathly pale and haggard, with no sign of life.
"Young Master Tang, please." Lan Guiwei gestured with his hand.
Tang Yan dispensed with formalities, plopped down beside the beautiful woman, took her wrist, and sent a strand of True Qi probing into her body.
Before long, Tang Yan's brows knitted together.
Everyone's hearts rose into their throats.
Only after a long while did Tang Yan release her hand.
"Young Master Tang, how is she?" Lan Guiwei asked nervously.
"Did your wife suffer an accident in a bitterly cold region