As if he felt something, the old man, who was previously barely conscious, gradually turned his muddled eyes towards Luo Chen.
At that moment, Luo Chen knew that the old man was awake.
He projected his Spirit Consciousness, feeling the man's condition.
Luo Chen was briefly startled.
The Divine Soul, weak to an extreme point, was like a remnant candle flickering in the wind, almost extinguished.
Yet, every time it came to the brink of extinguishment, it would stubbornly and tenaciously keep on burning.
This was, with staggering willpower, forcing oneself to survive!
The reason for her perseverance till now, was undoubtedly clear.
No further words of reminiscence were needed.
He opened his mouth, but found his throat somewhat dry.
"Granny Yuan…Yuan Yuejiao! The head of the Luo Tian Creed's Medicine Hall, serving for more than seven years."
