Jiang Yuetong pretended not to see it, reached out and picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and was so surprised by how bitter it was that she almost vomited.

Finally, she swallowed it with difficulty.

Ugh, it tastes awful.

Lu Jingliang's gaze remained fixed on her, and noticing her pained expression, he also took a sip of tea.

A look of relief appeared in his deep eyes.

This tea really made her suffer.

"Bang--"

It's unclear what the chieftain heard, but he suddenly slammed his teacup down, a hint of anger on his face.

"No, no, can't you see there are distinguished guests here? How can I have time to entertain them? You should go and tell them that I am not feeling well and it is not appropriate for me to receive guests."

"Yes!" The servant quickly bowed and left.

The patriarch's expression remained grim: "Hmph, a bunch of greenhorn brats, daring to use their status to intimidate this old man, how arrogant!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuetong and Lü Jingliang exchanged glances for a few seconds, but neither of them said anything to meddle.

The chieftain of the Wu clan also realized what had happened, and his smile became somewhat forced: "My servant was ignorant and accepted some bribes to deliver the message. I'm sorry you two had to laugh at me."

Jiang Yuetong smiled faintly, "It's alright."

This kind of thing happens in almost every sect.

Even in Huanhaizhou, money talks, and as long as the rules aren't broken, they generally turn a blind eye.

Just then, Jing Shuang's voice came from beside him again.

"Master, we've found the Second Miss."

Upon hearing this news, Jiang Yuetong finally felt relieved.

"Where is he? Is he injured? Where is the Soul-Nourishing Grass?" Jiang Yuetong asked several questions at once.

On the other side, Jing Shuang quickly responded: "The Second Miss was found in the Wanchuan Forest. She was not injured, and there is still one thousand-year-old Soul Nourishing Grass left."

Upon hearing this, a thoughtful look flashed across Jiang Yuetong's eyes.

Two of the three Soul-Nourishing Grasses are ten thousand years old, and now only one younger one remains. It is unknown how effective it will be.

She snapped out of her thoughts and said calmly, "Yes, take the Second Miss back. No matter how much she makes a fuss, she must not leave Huanhai Prefecture again."

Jing Shuang secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes!"

After ending the telepathic communication, Jiang Yuetong smiled faintly at the witch clan chief and asked, "I wonder if the thousand-year-old Soul-Nourishing Grass is any good?"

Upon hearing this, the patriarch of the Wu clan stood up excitedly, his face beaming with a sincere smile: "Yes, yes, the age is neither too high nor too low, but it is more than enough to repair the soul."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuetong finally smiled.

She stood up, nodded to the chief witch, and slowly said, "In that case, we will have to trouble the chief witch."

The clan chief Wu stood up and waved his hand, saying, "It's nothing, Lord Huanhai, no need to be so polite."

After he finished speaking, he beckoned to the bamboo forest, and a bodyguard suddenly appeared and knelt on one knee.

The patriarch's expression changed as quickly as turning the pages of a book. He said with a serious face, "Go and call the young master over. Tell him that I have something to entrust to him. Don't delay him."

As the guards disappeared, the chieftain of the Wu clan smiled kindly again: "Please wait a little longer, my rascal will be here soon."

Jiang Yuetong nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble."

When I heard him say "Young Master" just now, a face suddenly flashed through my mind.

Among the two witch clan members who were abandoned on Youyin Island, there was a man named Lin Moyuan, whom his guards also referred to as Young Master.

I wonder if it's just a coincidence?

Not long after, a steady footstep came from the bamboo forest in the distance.

The people in the pavilion turned their heads to look.

Jiang Yuetong's doubts were answered.