"Many thanks for your great kindness, Senior. The matter is this: this junior has an only beloved son with rather good aptitude, the possessor of a mutated Spirit Root. But precisely because of that, my humble wife and I spoiled him too much in ordinary times, causing the child to become proud and arrogant. In cultivating his art, he blindly coveted speed, and in the end his qi deviated, every meridian in his body was ruined, and now half his body is paralyzed." Hearing Lin Xuan say this, Dugu Mou's face filled with wild joy. He hurriedly took up his younger sister's words and spoke with a respectful expression.
Behind him, the Red-Clad Beauty did not dare speak rashly, but her eyes were also full of hope. After all, the other party was at least a Nascent Soul Late Stage great cultivator, and might even have advanced into the Lihe Realm. If he was willing to lend a hand, her beloved son's injury would not count as anything at all.
"Qi deviation from practice—so you came here to hunt demonic beasts and refine a healing spirit pill for that boy?" Lin Xuan furrowed his brow and spoke without alarm or delight.
"Senior's eyes are like torches. My wife and I consulted many ancient texts, and indeed, only the Demon Core of a Snow Fate Beast can treat Zhuo's injuries. But the intelligence we bought was forged by people sent by the White Shark Gang. If there is no spirit pill for him to swallow soon, my son may not merely remain paralyzed—perhaps his soul will return to the underworld."
When Dugu Mou said this, tears first flashed in his eyes, then his expression turned into one of gnashing hatred. That damned Fatty Jia, forgetting righteousness at the sight of profit—when