Jiang Bei smiled faintly and said to Jiang Hong:
"Old Jiang, you're worrying too much. This bit of spiritual energy consumption is nothing to me. I'll recover after regulating my breathing for a short while, and it won't damage my foundation. You saved me first. I, Chen Bei, will remember that kindness. Besides, even if your Martial Dao is hard to restore, removing the hidden illness that has tormented you for so many years will let you suffer less coughing, wheezing, and pain in the future. Your body will feel more comfortable, you'll eat well, sleep well, and enjoy a peaceful old age. Isn't that a tremendous good thing too? Please don't refuse anymore."
Beside him, Xiao Wan nodded hard, her eyes brimming with tears as she pleaded, "Grandpa! Brother Chen already said that, so let him try! Please! Don't you want to cough a little less in the future and sleep soundly at night?"
Looking at his granddaughter's earnest, tearful eyes, then at Jiang Bei, Jiang Hong's throat bobbed several times. In the end, he let out a deep sigh and said in a choked voice, "Sigh... You child. Then... then all right. Chen Bei, this old man... will shamelessly accept this enormous kindness from you this once. I'll have to trouble you."
"You're too serious, Old Jiang. It's only what I should do."
Jiang Bei said no more, his expression turning solemn.
Once again, he placed his palm on Jiang Hong's shoulder. A rich, pure stream of spiritual energy slowly flowed into Jiang Hong's withered meridians like a warm current.
Wherever the spiritual energy passed, it was like parched land meeting sweet rain after a long drought.
It continuously traveled through Jiang Hong's meridians and organs.
Although Jiang Bei was only at the God Emperor realm now, his