Nangong Chang's complexion darkened, his brows furrowed tightly, the anger in his heart unable to be suppressed.
Nangong Yunlong patted his son's head, his voice gentle in its comfort, "This time, it's true. The witch from the Witches Clan just called and said that Huo Yunjiao won't live much longer."
"Really?"
Nangong Chang, originally slumped on the bed, moved violently forward due to emotions running too high.
"Hisss! Ahh!!"
The pain from both his injured arms made him cry out in pain.
"Achang!"
Nangong Yunlong immediately stood up.
But facing his son with both arms in casts, he didn't know where to start.
Nangong Chang suppressed his pain, his face twisted and eyes fixed on his father.
"Dad, is this true? Is Huo Yunjiao really dying?!"
Nangong Yunlong nodded, "He has less than ten years to live."
"Ten years..." A look of disappointment crossed Nangong Chang's face.
He initially thought that Huo Yunjiao would die soon.
