There were no gold or silver carvings in the room decorated in ancient times. It looked extremely simple and ordinary. On the other hand, the dark purple messy chair that had fallen to the side was surrounded by scattered wood chips. If someone with sharp eyes saw it, they would definitely be shocked and shout that it was a squanderer. These were precious wood that was worth tens of thousands of gold.
Beside the scattered tables and chairs, there were faint water stains on the ground that had not dried up. It was obvious that all of this had happened not too long ago.
In the depths of the wing room, in front of a bed hung with brocade and luxurious muslin on both sides, stood a four-legged man. He was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He was dressed in a dark gold robe that was slightly eye-catching. He had a strong physique, and his slightly rough face was filled with dignity and seriousness. There was nothing special about him. However, his tiger-like eyes that were staring fixedly at the bed revealed a deep worry.
This was Ling Luo, the leader of the Ancient Yi Clan and the Spiritual Race!
This was a continent called Battle Break, a mountain and river with gorgeous battle energy and hundreds of schools of thought.
? The Spiritual Race Patriarch looked at the young child lying on the bed without saying a word. The child was about two or three years old, and he did not have the spirit and liveliness that a child of his age should have. Instead, his face was as white as paper. His brows were tightly knitted together, and he seemed to be enduring some extremely painful pain. His small face was scrunched up into a ball, and he would occasionally let out a low cry of grief.
Exhaling, Ling Luo shook her neck. It seemed like she had been standing for too long and her neck was a little sore…
But was this possible?
For an expert with his cultivation base!
Ling Luo could not help but laugh bitterly. She turned her gaze to the old man on her right and asked in a low voice,"Elder Hong, can Feng 'er withstand this?”
His tone was erratic and unpredictable. One couldn't even hear the fluctuation in his tone, but there was a hint of choking.
The old man had a haggard appearance. He wore a plain robe and had a long white beard. He looked very old, but his face was rosy and full of vigor. When he suddenly heard the middle-aged man's question, he couldn't help but hesitate.
" Clan Leader, Young Master's body has been weak since he was born. Although this old man has been responsible for protecting Young Master's condition all year round, I have not been able to find any major abnormalities. Young Master has always been weak and does not receive any nourishment. He can only be supplemented with medicinal liquid. However, in reality, it is mostly due to Young Master's own resistance. This time, the sudden outbreak of his illness is really unreasonable. This old man does not know why, but from the looks of it, Young Master..."
The old man stammered and mumbled for a while, but he was interrupted by the middle-aged man.
" Alright, there's no need to say anymore." The middle-aged man continued," It seems like the Spiritual Race is too comfortable. Some people are always unable to recognize what they should do."
The old man spoke casually, but he could hear the murderous intent in the man's words. The old man panicked and hurriedly advised,"Patriarch, this matter has nothing to do with the elders!”
When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes revealed a hint of impatience as he reprimanded," Enough! You can leave now!" If it wasn't for the fact that you've worked so hard for Feng 'er for so many years, you wouldn't have been able to escape this matter.”
The old man looked at the decisive look on the face of the person in front of him and secretly sighed. He knew that he was helpless and wished his old friends well in his heart. He could only bow helplessly and thank them,"Yes, Patriarch. I'll take my leave first.”
Ignoring the old man's departure, the man quietly looked at the sick child on the bed. After a long while, the space in front of him shook and he silently disappeared. However, the tightly clenched fist in his sleeve indicated that the Ling clan was about to arrive.
The next day, Ling Luo, who was in the clan's meeting hall, was issuing orders unsteadily. Suddenly, a wave of pleasant surprise came from her soul." Clan Leader, Young Master is awake!”
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In front of the bed, the man's eyes were wide open as he stared at the child on the bed. His face was no longer as pale as it was yesterday. Although it was still not very rosy, the occasional twitching of his eyelids indicated something called hope.
For some reason, Ian felt a sharp pain in his body. Could it be that his roommate was jealous of his talent and wanted to kill him?
His mind was a mess. Ian wanted to open his eyes to take a look, but he couldn't muster any strength.
He heard a faint cry in his ears. He couldn't hear it clearly. He only heard the two words "Spiritual Wind".
What the hell, after exiting the spirit wind, he was too excited and killed him?
Little did she know that when she woke up from her dream, things were still the same and people were different…
A different world awaited him…
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