Wang Mu

Although the old man spoke lightly, Yi Yun could feel the grief in his heart. Even his breathing trembled faintly.

At first, the Wu Ling Clan had treated him, but later, after deciding that they could no longer cure him, they had sent him home. Clearly, they had given up on him.

Thinking of this, Yi Yun swept his senses over Xiao Xiao's father once more. He felt a trace of helplessness—and the harshness of reality.

The Wu Ling Clan had taken an interest in him because of his talent. Once he no longer had any value, they had naturally cast him aside. At that point, only his family would bring him home and quietly care for him, even though he could no longer move. But what could one old man and one child do? They could only wait in despair for his death while caring for him in vain.

"Old sir, let me take a look at him."

Yi Yun rose to his feet. As an alchemist, he was not particularly skilled at treating illnesses, but he always had some methods at his disposal.

The old man shook his head. "Thank you for your concern, young sir. In truth, if he could be cured, the Wu Ling Clan would have cured him already. Even the physicians of the Wu Ling Clan were helpless."

The old man did not believe Yi Yun possessed such ability, but he had spent these past years in anguish. Clinging to a sliver of hope, he brought Yi Yun into the inner room.

"This is my son. His name is Wang Mu."

The old man wiped Wang Mu's face. The young man on the bed was already breathing his last, and it seemed he would not last more than a few months.

Yi Yun noticed