The Tea Saint wasn't seeing them, so were they foolish enough to press their warm faces against his cold butt?
Meng Wan sneered coldly, "No wonder we ran into those two juniors here just now. It seems they were also rejected by the Tea Saint. It's a pity we arrived too late to see their disheveled appearance."
If even they couldn't secure a meeting, how could Ying Zijin, who had just arrived in the Ancient medical field not long ago, possibly see him?
With this thought, Patriarch Meng's mind felt somewhat more balanced.
The medicinal ingredients were not only available with the Tea Saint; natural ones would be even better, but they still hadn't been found to date.
Patriarch Meng took a deep breath, "Borrow several squads from the Guard Squad of the Yue Family to search through all the major mountain ranges. We must find the medicinal herbs needed to treat Qingxue."
**
Ying Zijin began her formal closed-door cultivation.
