"Since you've come to your big brother for help, little brother, I'll definitely see it through." The white-haired old man closed his eyes as he spoke, and the Destiny Compass appeared behind him.
As the white-haired old man followed those faint, almost nonexistent Causality Threads, his expression suddenly changed. His body could not withstand it, and the backlash force erupted directly.
Xingci, who was serving tea at the side, looked somewhat surprised—but only surprised. He did not react much to his master exploding.
A mist of blood burst forth, followed by a wondrous power of space-time that gathered all the scattered blood mist back together, reforming the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man's face was pale as he looked apologetically at Xu Fan. "Wait a little, little brother. The location you asked me to calculate is entangled far too deeply. Give me some more time."
Then he began again—exploding, recovering, recovering, then exploding again—more than ten times in all.
Each time the white-haired old man exploded, his complexion weakened another shade.
When he recovered again, the white-haired old man was pale as paper. His eyes had sunken and dried up, and his body looked like skin stretched over bones.
"Big Brother, forget it. If you can't calculate it, don't force yourself," Xu Fan urged. He had only meant to give it a try. It would not be a big deal if they could not find the answer.
"No. It wasn't easy for little brother to come to me for help. I have to handle this beautifully for you." As the white-haired old man spoke, he took out several kinds of divine pills and sacred medicines for recovery.
After recovering, he once again put on a performance of exploding on the spot.
Xingling moved closer to Xu Fan.
"The place