Ming Shu Siqi

Zhang Wushuang tightly clasped Zhao Siqi's hand, her eyes filled with worry. "Mother, you have to hold on. We'll find a way."

After cultivating for so many years, even after breaking through to become a Great Cultivator of the Void Returning Realm, she had seen through many of life's perplexities. Yet when she truly faced the question of her mother's life and death, her Dao heart still wavered.

Zhao Siqi smiled faintly, her voice weak. "Silly child, don't worry about me."

She was exhausted and haggard.

Zhang Xi stood to one side, his brows tightly furrowed. He was deeply worried; his mother's illness was far from simple.

"Mother, do you remember? Back when you secluded yourself to break through, what caused you to fail and injure your meridians?" Zhang Xi asked in a low voice.

Zhao Siqi nodded, a trace of remembrance flashing through her eyes. "Yes. After that failed breakthrough, I thought I had recovered properly. It turns out the hidden danger had been buried long ago."

Back then, she had happened to encounter the outbreak of Ghost Fog.

"Could it have been caused by the death qi?" Zhang Yu analyzed in a solemn voice.

Zhao Siqi gently shook her head. "It's not merely the old injury and death qi. My senses have become very hazy. It could also be a problem with my cultivation."

Zhang Wushuang immediately said, "We'll go to the sect and find your master, as well as the best alchemist. There has to be a way."

Zhao Siqi gently patted her hand. "There's no need. I know my own body."

Zhang Xi suddenly spoke. "Mother, I'll go find Father. He'll definitely have a way."

Zhao Siqi shook her head. What she did not say was that the County Princess had already pointed out the only