"Very good."
Yin Tian cracked a smile, "I'll go find Huang secretly now and then treat her illness."
Silence fell on the other end of the phone.
After a while, Ye Ziteng's voice came through again, "Can Huang... really recover?"
"Certainly."
Yin Tian spoke without hesitation.
"Alright, my father once trusted you very much, and Huang trusts you too, so my wife and I, we also believe in you!"
Ye Ziteng's voice came slowly, firm and steady.
"Don't worry."
Yin Tian promised and then hung up the phone.
He then walked straight towards the mountain.
Soon, he arrived at the villa once more.
This time, Yin Tian did not knock on the door, but went to the side of the wall, pushed hard with his legs, and jumped high.
The wall was particularly tall, around three meters, but in front of Yin Tian, it might as well have been non-existent.
He effortlessly climbed over the wall, and following the memory in his brain, soon found Ye Qinghuang's courtyard.