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"Hmm? You're a curious little one," Qiu Haoqiong's wrinkled face twisted into a sneer, "I don't mind wasting a bit of time to hear your reasoning. How am I not daring and not adept in the ways you mentioned?"
The members of the Qiu family were just as full of startled suspicion, all looking towards Ling Fan, uncertain of the trick he might have up his sleeve.
Even He Qingyang and his wife, as well as the Lu family, were curious what this fellow had in his gourd – what kind of medicine was he really selling?
Ling Fan pondered for a moment, "Your cultivation has stagnated for decades without progress. Observing your vitality, it's withered, with death energy crowning your head. You have no more than one year of life span left, is that correct?"
