Old Master Yan's trembling lips quivered with excitement as he struggled to keep his voice steady, "Living another day is a profit for me."
He inexplicably believed that the child might truly bring about a miracle.
After all, unwilling to succumb to death, he clung to a sliver of unrealistic fantasy.
Qin Ruan took a deep breath and, turning back, saw Third Master standing right beside her, which significantly soothed her unease.
She slowly lifted her hands, placing them above Old Master Yan's body without directly touching him.
Invisible to the naked eye, golden light of Nether Power spread from her palms, like thousands of threads, pouring into Old Master Yan's body.
"Hiss—"
Sounds of suppressed pain echoed.
Qin Ruan's gaze sharpened at the noise, a flicker of concern flashing through her eyes.
Fortunately, the sound did not come from beside her, but from Old Master Yan's mouth.
