Elder Qiao's physical functions had indeed aged, and it wasn't due to sickness.
If it had been a sickness, Lin Dong might have been able to cure him, but that was not the case with his bodily condition.
"Many years ago, a monk who had attained enlightenment told me that I could only live until sixty."
"At first, I didn't believe it, but these past few years I've had no choice but to."
"Especially this year, I could clearly feel that my body isn't holding up, my lifespan is slipping away."
"I think, at most, I can live another six months. Maybe not even that long."
"But it's enough, I've celebrated a milestone sixtieth birthday. The only regret is, I won't be able to see you and Little Bing get married and have children, or hold my great-grandchildren... "
Hearing this, Lin Dong also felt uneasy inside.
Lin Dong had very few people he could consider family since he was young.
Elder Qiao was one of them.
