Upon hearing what Xiao Wu said, the old man looked up towards Mo Han, a flash of sharp light disappearing instantly in his pea-sized eyes, making Mo Han realize this person’s cultivation level was absolutely not low. Though he appeared to possess no martial arts techniques, Mo Han had absolute faith in his own judgment.

The butler, named Murong, then addressed Mo Han with an amiable tone, "I wonder if this young brother has any credential to prove he was invited by our Master? Could you perhaps show it to this old servant?"

Hearing the elder’s polite inquiry, Mo Han found it difficult to lose his temper and could only reply, "I made the acquaintance of Master Murong by the city gate yesterday. He invited me to his residence to find him then. Butler, you only need to confirm the situation with Master Murong."

Listening to Mo Han’s words, the Murong butler couldn't help but frown slightly, thinking to himself, so he only bumped into the Master by the city gate yesterday. Given his Master’s kind and modest nature, it was likely just a polite remark, yet this person actually came calling. It seemed he was another person seeking to latch onto Master Murong for wealth and status. What a shame; the young man was quite likable in appearance, yet turned out to be one of those who sought rewards without effort.

With this thought, although the Murong butler felt a bit dismissive of Mo Han, as the butler of the Murong family, he understood necessary etiquette. He continued to speak kindly to Mo Han, "Oh, I see. However, our Master happens to be out today. Young brother, you’ve come at such an unfortunate time; perhaps you could return another day."

How could Mo Han not understand this was merely an excuse? He had already inquired with the innkeeper before leaving: Murong Fei Xue’s illness had kept Murong Tian confined to the residence lately, rarely going out. How could it be such a coincidence that he went out the very morning Mo Han arrived? Thinking of this, Mo Han grew angry, finding the servants of the Murong family just as snobbish as those of the Gongsun family, if not worse.

Mo Han spoke coldly, "I came because I heard about your young mistress’s illness. Since the people of Murong Estate look down on others so much, I see no need to press my luck. Farewell."

He turned and walked away.

The butler’s expression shifted slightly upon hearing Mo Han’s words. Murong Fei Xue’s illness was currently the most critical matter in the entire Murong Estate. If this young man genuinely possessed some skill, wouldn't they have forfeited a chance to save the young mistress? Although they had consulted countless renowned physicians with no effect, currently, everyone was willing to try anything, even treating a dead horse as if it might still live. Anyone with even a sliver of medical knowledge was treated warmly by the Murong family.

He quickly called out, "Young brother, please wait! Can the young brother perhaps demonstrate your medical skills, or do you have any certification documents? We have had too many people come to treat the young mistress recently, and we are overwhelmed with receiving them. We hope the young brother can understand."

Hearing this, Mo Han’s temper cooled somewhat. He stated, "I am a Priest of the Church of Light, and I hope to examine your young mistress’s condition. I ask the butler to kindly announce my presence."

As he finished speaking, a sphere of white light appeared in his palm—the healing spell of the Church of Light.

The butler’s face displayed disappointment upon hearing Mo Han’s words. He replied, "So you are a Priest, sir. Thank you for your kindness, but even the High Priest Mola of Tianlong City was powerless regarding our young mistress’s illness. So, we thank the Priest for his goodwill regardless."

In response to the Murong butler, Mo Han declared haughtily, "Just because High Priest Mola could not accomplish something does not mean I cannot. If the butler does not believe me, then there is nothing more I can say."

Hearing Mo Han’s supremely confident reply, the Murong butler was momentarily stunned. He was deeply puzzled: how could a mere Priest dare to critique a High Priest of a cathedral? This clearly went against the rules of the Church of Light. Furthermore, he wasn't wearing a Priest’s robes. Could this young man not belong to the Church of Light, or perhaps his status was even higher than Mola’s? Otherwise, it made no sense.

Seeing the butler’s expression flicker continuously, Mo Han grew impatient and said, "Since the butler still doesn't trust me, I have nothing more to say. Goodbye."

Seeing Mo Han truly about to leave, the butler quickly said, "Then please, young brother, wait a moment. Allow me to escort you inside to rest first, and I will seek instruction from the Madam before giving you a reply, may I?" Mo Han gave a cold nod without answering. Truthfully, were it not for his connection to Mo Xiuyi, Mo Han would have already stormed out given the Murong family's attitude.

But the Murong family couldn't entirely be blamed. Recently, too many people claiming to be healers had come, mostly trying to seek good fortune without any real skill. This had done nothing to improve Murong Fei Xue’s condition; instead, the constant presence of quacks had left her mentally exhausted. Thus, Murong Tian had established a rule: from now on, anyone coming to treat Murong Fei Xue must first be approved by him or the Madam before a decision could be made.

Mo Han was led to a side hall to sit, and a maid promptly served him tea.

However, Mo Han had finished an entire pot of tea, yet the Murong butler still hadn't returned with news. This made Mo Han furious, and just as he was about to leave, he saw the butler rush in, sweat beading on his forehead. Upon seeing Mo Han, he blurted out, "I apologize for keeping the young brother waiting so long. It’s just that our young mistress just suffered an attack, and everyone in the estate descended into chaos. Please forgive this tardiness."

Hearing the butler’s explanation, Mo Han’s anger dissipated. He asked, "How is your young mistress now? Is she alright?" The Murong butler replied mournfully upon hearing Mo Han’s question, "Alas, our young mistress is truly pitiful. Her attacks used to happen only once every few months, and they were brief. But now, they strike almost every few days, and each episode lasts longer than the last. Seeing the young mistress suffer so much grieves us all deeply. The young mistress is usually so kind-hearted, yet she has contracted this strange illness. Heaven is truly unfair."

Hearing the Murong butler’s description, Mo Han felt a surge of strangeness. This illness was too peculiar; it didn't seem like a simple sickness. He pressed on, "What are the symptoms when your young mistress has an attack? Please describe them to me in detail."