On the sickbed, Mo Han's father lay unconscious.
He was gaunt and skeletal, his face the color of gold paper, his eyes tightly shut, his hair graying. Anyone could see that his days were numbered.
Yet in Wang Chen's eyes, the old man was wreathed in a layer of invisible yet tangible black qi, as though some evil demon or malignant spirit had possessed him!
"He has been afflicted by a baleful curse."
Old Yao's voice rang in Wang Chen's mind. "At most, he has three days left."
"Senior, is there any way to break the curse?" Wang Chen asked.
Wang Chen knew nothing of medicine, but with Old Yao, a Nascent Soul True Immortal who had reincarnated twelve times, assisting him, he could easily play the role of a divine physician.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, can my father still be saved?"
Seeing Wang Chen ponder in silence, Mo Han asked anxiously from the side.
If even Wang Chen had no solution, then he could only watch helplessly as his father lost his life.
"I'll give it a try."
Wang Chen stepped forward and examined him carefully, then took out a pill from his Sumeru Ring and placed it in Father Mo's mouth.
This pill could not undo the baleful curse afflicting Father Mo, but it could preserve the last breath of life within him.
It could also replenish his vitality.
The pill dissolved into medicinal liquid the moment it entered his mouth, flowing down his throat and into his stomach.
Although Father Mo did not awaken because of it, some color gradually returned to his face.
He looked as though he was on the verge of recovery.
Mo Han was immediately overjoyed.
But this was only the beginning. The next moment, Wang Chen raised his right hand and gently pressed