Ginger Tea

"Zhang Tianyuan."

The man in black called out the name and looked up.

"Show your Spiritual Energy to Young Master Lin."

The man clenched his fists tightly, and the Spiritual Energy started to appear following his movements.

"Isn't he already?"

"Is the Spiritual Root injured? But even if his Spiritual Root is injured, I can still repair it. Moreover, in this world, there are only two people who can do it.

"Then what about my leg?"

"Your legs can't be cured. Just like Zhang Tianyuan, he won't be able to speak for the rest of his life."

Lin Siyuan pondered for a moment.

"I trust you. I can give you all of my thoughts."

The black-robed man laughed.

"This, of course it's the best. In the future, you will discover that this is your best choice."

Lin Siyuan had gone missing.

The Chu Family courtyard was clearly surrounded tightly, but he had disappeared into thin air.