"Should we replace Tian'er?"
What the eldest just said was aimed at Yao Tian, but it wasn't unreasonable.
After all, Tian'er is only at the seventh grade now.
Such strength really isn't enough.
This time, if he spends such a great cost but it ultimately comes to nothing, the Yao Family's losses would be too great.
But if they really were to replace him, it would still be somewhat heart-wrenching.
For the position of the next Patriarch, compared to Yao Jing, he actually has more faith in Yao Tian.
"Someone come!"
At this moment, Yao De suddenly spoke out.
In the next moment, a figure shrouded entirely in a black robe appeared in the hall, with even the face unseen.
"Master!"
The black-clad person's voice was hoarse.
Sitting above, Yao De took out a purple-golden wooden box from his bosom.
He gently caressed the box with both hands, eyes filled with reluctance.
This wooden box held a great medicine nearly 700 years old, and he had spent a fortune obtaining it.
