Ye Xiao seemed to have found a life-saving straw. He no longer had his usual proud demeanor. He quickly walked to the Daoist's side and tightly held his hand as he spoke with some difficulty.
"Please, save my wife. I'll give you whatever you want."
This was the first time Ye Xiao had begged anyone in his life. If he were lying here, he wouldn't have asked. However, Cen Pan was lying here. As long as he could save her, he was willing to do anything.
The Daoist touched his nose and lowered his voice helplessly. "It's not that I don't want to save her. It's that I really can't save her. Her condition is quite serious now, and even if it's lighter than this, I would be at my wits end."
Ye Xiao slowly loosened his grip on the Daoist. His eyes were lowered and an indescribable gloominess spread out.
When theDaoist saw Ye Xiao's sad look, he scratched his head and made a suggestion.
