After a while, the young man turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man, his face bearing a gentle smile that bore little resemblance to the sharpness he had displayed before. The middle-aged man found it hard to connect this person with the figure he had seen earlier, and he inwardly sighed, perhaps this was what was meant by 'still as a maiden but moving like thunder'.
"May I know why you have sought me out?" Liu Qingyun asked with a gentle smile on his face, making the middle-aged man feel as if bathed in the warmth of spring.
He thudded to his knees, tears brimming in his eyes as he said, "I beseech the Immortal Chief to show mercy and save my son."
"What ails your son that requires my assistance?"
"My child has contracted some strange illness and is now wasting away day by day. He's on the brink of death." The middle-aged man wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, looking forlorn.
"I am but an outsider to this world; when sick, one should seek a good doctor."
