Ma Fengxian stared blankly as the man walked into the room.
He stepped before Ma Fengxian's mother, then pressed a finger to the brow of the woman, whose lamp of life was about to run dry.
Ma Fengxian saw a bright, pale-red light.
Then an exceedingly faint figure flew out from his mother's body.
The man snapped his fingers.
The phantom instantly scattered into ash and smoke.
"It's a resentful soul."
"Your mother was born in an yin year, yin month, and yin hour. She has an extremely yin fate."
"She must have been frail and sickly since childhood."
"This resentful soul possessed your mother because it wanted to borrow her corpse to return to life."
"Really, this is only a minor ailment. Any cultivator could have dealt with it easily."
"Didn't you ever go to a temple and ask those masters for help?"
Song Chengan asked curiously.
"They wouldn't let me in."
"I didn't have silver to offer as incense money..."
Song Chengan nodded.
"It's already fine."
"Let her sleep, and she'll recover."
"She just needs to slowly nurse her body back to health afterward."
"Her lifespan has been damaged. In the future, you can look for things that prolong life and preserve health."
"Hehe."
"I told you, my fortune-telling isn't all that accurate."
"I'm leaving."
With that, the man left.
Ma Fengxian looked at his mother.
His mother had already fallen into a deep sleep. Her breathing was steady, and most importantly, the pain on her face had vanished...
Ma Fengxian rose and chased him outside.
"What's your name?"
He shouted after the man.
How could he still not know that this man was an immortal?
Ma Fengxian knew that many immortals had recently come to Wushan. He had heard that an Immortal's Cave Mansion had emerged in