"Pharmacist Yang seems quite humble and has a rather gentle personality," Sikong Qing added from the side.
His impression of Yang Chan was quite good. 'Even though his father is an Elder, he isn't some brainless fool. He still observes others, at least enough to know what's going on.'
After all, becoming a Direct Disciple of the Merak Sacred Land isn't something an ordinary spoiled heir could achieve.
"I understand. I'll make the necessary arrangements."
"Your mission rewards are on the table."
A look of understanding flashed across the Merak Saintess's exquisite face. She had met Yang Chan before, and though it was only a brief encounter, she had a general impression of him.
After glancing at the two of them, she lost interest in asking further questions.
Her words at this moment made her intentions clear.
"Thank you, Lady Saintess. We shall take our leave."
