Wei He looked the child over. The last time he had seen him, Yuanbao had only been a little brat who knew how to play with ants. Now, he had grown quite a bit.
He even looked somewhat like a young lad now.
"Master, Mr. Wei." Yuanbao bowed to each of them somewhat stiffly.
"For now, the plague has been stabilized by my prescription and will not spread. But if it is to be cured completely, I fear it will still take some time. I invited you here to meet Yuanbao, and also..."
Jiuying took a folded sheet of paper from his robes and handed it over.
"This is the plague treatment I wrote. Keep it safe. If you get the chance, spread it among as many people as possible."
Wei He accepted it.
"Why don't you organize it yourself and spread it? You could gain fame as well."
"With a grand sect master like you, Wei, why should I worry about such things?" Jiuying smiled.
"Fair enough. I'll put your name on it later. Anything else you need to tell me?" Wei He asked.
"There's nothing else to say. My wish now is simply to protect Yuanbao, and protect my old friend's two children. As for everything else, we can speak of it later." Jiuying sounded somewhat wistful.
"..." Wei He looked at him, seeming to sense something as well.
At this moment, Jiuying's essence, vitality, and spirit did not resemble those of a martial master at all.
Like those outside who had contracted the plague, his face was pale and his blood and qi were depleted.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jiuying smiled. "I gave you all the things and notes left behind at my testing grounds. Use them as you see fit. I doubt