Jia Ma Imperial Capital.
Nalan Family residence.
"Senior, please!"
Inside a hall, Nalan Su respectfully led Yao Chen, Jia Xingtian, and Fa Ma into a side room, with Nalan Yanran and Mu Chen following closely behind.
A large bed stood in the side room, upon which lay a gaunt old man with a withered face.
"Senior, my father's life rests entirely in your hands!"
Upon entering the room, Nalan Su immediately bowed to Yao Chen in a pleading tone. Although he did not know Yao Chen's capabilities, seeing even Jia Xingtian and Fa Ma treat him with utmost respect gave him great hope.
"Rest assured. Since my lord sent me here, as long as he still has a breath left, I can keep him alive!"
Hearing Nalan Su's plea, Yao Chen nodded slightly, every bit the bearing of a true master.
"My lord?"
Hearing Yao Chen's words, Nalan Su was puzzled and immediately glanced at Nalan Yanran.
As father and daughter met each other's eyes, Nalan Su instantly guessed that the lord Yao Chen spoke of was Lu Chuan, and his heart was greatly shocked.
Yao Chen slowly approached the bed and swept his gaze over it. He found that the old man lying there had large patches of grayish-black on his face, faintly emanating the aura of death.
"For someone with merely Dou Wang cultivation to have lasted until now, I have to say you're quite lucky..."
Seeing Nalan Jie's complexion, as though he already had one foot in the grave, Yao Chen spoke bluntly.
"Yes, Curse Poison is something even Dou Emperor experts would not dare touch lightly. The fact that my father has endured for so many years means he is already nearing his limit!"
Behind him, Nalan Su sighed and shook his head, then cautiously asked,