An Yiqing smiled slowly, her words laden with significance as she said, "Who knows! Old Master Qin is getting on in years, and now that he has gone mad, a stay in the mental hospital for some treatment might be good for him. Fortunately, I have some fellow disciples at the Medicine Sect who are particularly adept at treating mental illnesses. As an expression of my concern for Patriarch Qin, once I'm done with my current affairs, I'll arrange for these fellow disciples to go to the mental hospital where Qin Dingshan is staying, to give him thorough treatment."
Tan Yulin shivered and silently lit a candle for Qin Dingshan in his heart.
