Yuan Junfeng said in a deep voice, "It’s not looking good. Although Elder Ling won’t say, I can sense that his remaining lifespan is probably less than half of what it was before."
Sun Chongli’s heart sank instantly.
Ling Yishan had previously told him that if they took no action, he would still have five years to live. Now not even half of that is left, doesn’t that an there’s only two years left?
Even though he had been ntally prepared for this, when faced with the reality, it’s hard not to feel uncomfortable.
"Doesn’t Tianshu Pavilion have the formula for the Creation Golden Pill? That stuff should be able to extend his life, right?"
"Yes, but not only are the Spiritual Materials hard to find, the refining thod is extrely demanding. Even if the Daoist Venerable were to act, it might not be successful. Hoping for this pill is truly wishful thinking..."
"Ah, that old fellow is really unlucky, hasn’t had a few days of peace..."
Sun Chongli’s eyes burned with anger, gritting his teeth, "Those damned monks, once I crack the Array, I’ll make them pay the price!"
The only good news this ti is that they found the location of one of the Array Hubs, which will be quite helpful for breaking the grand array next.
"I’ll leave this matter to Director Sun," Yuan Junfeng said, cupping his hands.
"It’s my duty, after all."
Sun Chongli waved his hand, turned around and left, his back looking sowhat lonely.
...
...
Inside a small courtyard.
Ling Ningzhi squatted by the stove, carefully watching the heat.
A dicine pot atop the stove emitted bursts of steam, and the air was filled with the fragrance of Spiritual Materials.
Ling Yishan sat under a tree, a small table set before him, playing a ga against an old man in blue.
Pak—
White pieces placed by Qi Chengze sealed off the black pieces completely, completing a dragon-killing move, pulling a smug smile, "Hehe, the ga is decided. You’ve lost again."
"I don’t want to play anymore, it’s boring." Ling Yishan tossed the chess pieces, irritably said, "You’ve opened the Heavenly Eye, who can play against you, just let you win and be done with it."
"Can’t win so just admit it, why make so many excuses?" Qi Chengze sneered, "With your lousy chess skills, who needs the Heavenly Eye? I could win with my backside."
"Damn you..."
"Grandfather, it’s ti for dication."
Just as Ling Yishan was about to curse, Ling Ningzhi walked forward with the dicine bowl.
"Alright, dicine ti."
Ling Yishan’s expression changed imdiately, smiling as he took the porcelain bowl, drank it all in one go, then wiped his lips with his sleeve, nodding, "No wonder it’s dicine made by my granddaughter, it’s sweet to drink... cough cough, Zhi’er, I need to discuss sothing with your Uncle Qi, why don’t you take a walk for a bit?"
"Okay."
Although Ling Ningzhi was worried about Ling Yishan’s health, she figured with Uncle Qi around, nothing would go wrong. So she put away the dicine bowl and turned to leave.
After she walked out of the courtyard, Qi Chengze’s smile faded, his expression turning serious, "How much longer?"
Ling Yishan leaned powerlessly against the chair, his face, once filled with Qi-Blood, quickly turned ashen, aging more than ten years in an instant, looking as if he were on the verge of death.
"Six months..."
The voice was hoarse and piercing.
?!
Qi Chengze’s pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, exclaiming, "That little? Six months? How can there be so little ti left!"
Ling Yishan’s trembling hand reached into his chest, took out a Jade Talisman, and said, "I’ve carved everything I’ve learned in my life into this, and I’ve also embedded a bit of Origin Power inside. When I die, give this to Zhi’er, it can protect her at a critical mont... cough cough..."
Qi Chengze fell silent upon hearing this.
After a mont, he said lightly, "Old fool, did you think I wouldn’t know what you have in mind? Don’t think you can dump this ss on , you take care of it yourself..."
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