"If we can't find all the medicinal plants, what's the use of a prescription?"
Lin Qingluo looked disheartened, letting out a deep sigh.
Since returning from the Imperial Palace last night, she had sighed nearly a hundred times already.
"Will Xuan'er really lose his life?"
Mo Canglan's mood couldn't help but become somber as well.
Lin Qingluo knit her brows: "The Noble Lord is very certain, he won't lie."
Mo Canglan felt a heavy weight in his heart: "Don't worry, Master, I will personally hand over the prescription to Old Ancestor in Medicine King Valley."
"You go."
Lin Qingluo smiled with relief: "There's no need to hurry back. On your way, stop by Woniu Village and visit Mystic Canyon. Inform big brother about Old Master's condition and request that he accompany our mother back if possible."
"Yes."
Mo Canglan's expression was solemn, respectfully agreeing.
"Master, I want to go back with Brother Lan to visit my mother and sister."