When Tu Shan Lingxi reappeared in the main hall, she secretly leaned against the door frame, half-concealing her face like a pipa player, quietly avoiding attracting attention.
She only saw Yin Changling in the empty hall, his brows furrowed, wearing a dark dragon robe, and he seemed to exude an infinite chill that made people shudder.
Looking at Yin Changling like this, Tu Shan Lingxi hesitated, unsure whether to approach him.
Yin Changling seemed to sense something. He turned his head, and Tu Shan Lingxi's eyes met his directly.
Their eyes met, and something flashed in both of their eyes. In that instant, it seemed like an eternity had passed in a single glance, and both of them stood there stunned.
After a long while, Yin Changling finally spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse, as he softly called out Tu Shan Lingxi's name.
"Xi'er is back?"
"Um."
Tu Shan Lingxi looked at him, thought about her decision, and decided to tell him anyway, since it would be better for everyone to be open about it.
“Yin Changling, I think…”
"Didn't Xi'er want to find a witch doctor? It seems the time has come. Why don't we call him in and ask him?"
Yin Changling's heart pounded. He sensed that what Tu Shan Lingxi was about to say might not be what he wanted to hear, so he immediately interrupted her.
"Summon the shaman to an audience."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After he finished speaking, he forcefully summoned the witch doctor over. Although he only glanced at the ancient scroll a few times, he recognized one of the medicinal herbs in it.
"Yes, I need a witch doctor."
Tu Shan Lingxi's words were interrupted abruptly. Although she wanted to explain things to Yin Changling, she thought of Wan Qijin and decided to talk about it later.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects. You summoned me late at night. Do you have any instructions?"
The witch doctor was an old man with white hair. Although his hair was completely white, he was in high spirits. The various scorpion and snake venom decorations on his body added to his mysterious aura.
"I have an ancient prescription here. Please, physician, take a look at these medicinal herbs. Can you recognize them?"
After Yin Changling finished speaking, he nodded to Tu Shan Lingxi.
Tu Shan Lingxi received it, and then took out the ancient prescription from her bosom and handed it to the shaman.
The shaman received the two ancient prescriptions and carefully studied them one by one, then began to explain to Yin Changling what each medicinal ingredient was and how to find it.
However, when he got to the last point, he suddenly stopped, glanced at Yin Changling, and hesitated whether to say it.
Yin Changling knew that what he had been waiting for had finally arrived. He perked up and even sat up straight, asking with feigned concern.
"Is the doctor facing some difficulties?"
"Your Majesty, I do recognize this last medicinal ingredient, but it is related to Your Majesty."
The witch doctor paused, then continued, carefully observing Yin Changling's expression as he spoke.
“Your Majesty, the other medicinal herbs are all easy to identify, though they are difficult to recognize, but my ancestors left us some. It is only this last ingredient, dragon blood, that is—”
What is it?
Tu Shan Lingxi couldn't help but interject. She had been listening to the shaman's explanation and her heart was finally at ease, knowing that these medicinal herbs were not hard to find.
But according to the witch doctor, the last ingredient was the most difficult to find; she simply couldn't find it. What could it be?
With the hope of reviving the Imperial Preceptor within reach, Tu Shan Lingxi was unwilling to give up, so she couldn't help but ask directly.
Looking at Tu Shan Lingxi's anxious expression, Yin Changling's jealousy intensified, making him feel restless and consumed by envy.
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