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What?
My father!
Ye Wudao was struck by lightning, his face filled with shock, he sat up abruptly from the sickbed, "Old Ghost, you, you're not joking, right? My father also contracted the Black Magic illness?"
"Indeed..."
The ghost doctor nodded, his tone filled with awe; "Throughout history, no matter how genius or gifted, even those who surpassed the level of battle sect masters, no one with the Black Magic illness has ever lived past thirty! Only your father has broken this miracle!"
Ye Wudao's eyes filled with excitement, he suddenly laughed towards the sky; "Haha, that's my old man, truly amazing!"
"Ye Wudao, at a time like this, you still get excited..."
"We're all worried about you..." Xu Yuanyuan and the other woman expressed their concern.
"He's laughing because if his father could live past thirty, he might as well!" said the ghost doctor.
