After Xiao He sent his younger sister back to her room, he ordered people to keep her under watch and forbid her from taking even a single step outside. Then he went to see his father, who was in secluded cultivation.
Arriving at his father Xiao Ye's cultivation chamber, he respectfully bowed and said:
"Father, has your injury stabilized?"
A somewhat aged voice came from within the cultivation chamber:
"He'er, the spiritual medicine you found was very effective. My injuries have stabilized, and my cultivation has stopped declining. You have worked hard."
Hearing this, the expression on Xiao He's face visibly relaxed, and he immediately replied:
"Father, I have already found a way to completely eliminate the hidden danger in your injuries. Once you stabilize your cultivation, we can carry it out."
The cultivation chamber fell silent for a long while before a sigh emerged:
"He'er, I know my own injuries best. There is no method to eradicate them as you claim, unless I cripple my cultivation and never cultivate again from this day onward."
Xiao He's expression changed. "Father, you must never do that. I truly have found a solution. The process is merely rather painful. As long as you can endure it, there will be no future trouble."
Xiao He knew perfectly well that once his father's cultivation was crippled, he would grow old and die within a very short time. Once his father fell, the Xiao Family would surely splinter into pieces. His father could not come to harm. He only hated that his own cultivation was not high enough; otherwise, he would definitely suppress those demons and monsters within the family.
"He'er, have you found a method for Spiritual Root Reforging?"
That was the only method Xiao Ye could think of.
Xiao He replied with certainty,