"What? You have such elixirs?" Hou Jingwu's eyes widened as he looked at Ye Luo and then shook his head:
"How is that possible? To heal Die Wu's soul, one would need at least a Yellow Rank Seventh Grade elixir, but even my sect doesn't have such a pill. How could you possibly have one?"
"Mr. Ye, do you really have the elixirs to treat Die Wu?"
At this moment, Hou Yaoyue walked over, her eyes sparkling with a lively expression as she watched Ye Luo. Deep down, she had a trace of belief, perhaps because Ye Luo had just cured her elderly father's illness, or perhaps something else that made Hou Yaoyue feel a mysterious trust in Ye Luo.
"Would a Yellow Rank Ninth Grade Soul Condensing Pill be sufficient to heal your beloved's soul injury?"
Ye Luo said with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Yellow Rank Ninth Grade Soul Condensing Pill?"
Hou Jingwu's pupils shrank as he suddenly turned his gaze towards Ye Luo, displaying an incredulous look.