Daoist Luo slightly turned his body and glanced at the wooden box on the table, and then he sighed and said:
"Alas, when I was with your family, I had already told you the methods to extend your life. Breaking precedent, I gave you the Red Snow Powder and the Small Transformation Yang Skill. However, you have zero talent for cultivation. Even these basic skills can pose problems for you to practice. I wonder if taking you as my disciple was rescuing you or hurting you."
"Master Luo, you are too harsh. If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid I would have been dead a long time ago. I always remember the kindness of your rebirth." Shen Luo shook his head repeatedly.
Upon hearing this, Daoist Luo's expression softened; it was clear that these words had affected him.
"Master Luo, I wonder if there are any other methods. No matter the cost, I am willing to pay." Shen Luo said once more, putting heavy emphasis on his last few words.
