Chen Tianxu gradually regained some semblance of reason, fighting back tears as he asked anxiously, "Abbot, if I call my dad, will he be okay?"
Jiangli blinked, not hiding the truth, "That's hard to say; it depends on your father's own fate, and whether he believes what you tell him. Heavenly Dao always hopes to leave a glimmer of hope, but whether one can seize it depends on the individual. Even Heavenly Dao cannot intervene."
Chen Tianxu's recently regained composure almost crumbled again.
Seeing his look of trying not to cry, Xia Xin was at his wits' end, wanting to comfort him, but what could he do when the old ancestor had already spoken to this extent?
"You'd better not cry now; there isn't much time left until dawn," Jiangli poured himself a cup of water, took a small sip, and said indifferently, "If it gets any later, there might not even be that glimmer of hope left."
