"Okay!"
Zhang Xuan hurriedly searched through Han Qianchou's body but found nothing.
As an emperor, everything was done by subordinates, to the extent that he didn't even have a single Origin Note.
"A pauper..."
With a sigh, Zhang Xuan looked over, his face filled with helplessness.
"Impossible, there must be something..."
Yue Longxiao rushed over, searched again, but found nothing, and sat down on the ground in despair.
He had never married in his life, and these disciples were his emotional support. If they were to die in front of him, it would be more painful than killing him.
"Master Yue, don't worry. I have studied the Way of Medicine a bit. Let me have a look; there might be a way..." Seeing him like this, Zhang Xuan approached.
"If Vice Hall Master Ling can heal my disciples, I am willing to be your servant forever, sparing no effort..."
Yue Longxiao looked over urgently, as if clutching at a lifeline.
"Master Yue, you flatter me..."