Because she'd gotten absorbed in cooking and lost track of time, Yu Weiwei didn't return to the training room until twenty minutes later. She erased the Flower of Spirit and ended the Mental Resonance.
She felt deeply guilty about making Junior Brother Qin take an extra beating for no reason. She'd have to make it up to him later.
But when she saw the white-haired old man sitting in his wheelchair, he looked as if every bone in his body had been broken. He gasped for breath, his eyes vacant and lifeless. He seemed to be on the verge of death, as if he might take his last breath at any moment.
"Master, are you all right?"
Yu Weiwei looked surprised. She'd only been gone a little while. How had her master's already-faint Life Force nearly gone out?
He looked as though the years had ravaged him, making him even older.
"I..."
The white-haired old man tried to speak, his lips trembling.
He stared blankly at his third disciple, wanting to ask her:
"Little Fish, do you know how I've been getting through these twenty minutes?"
The He Lanchán in Qin's illusion had been a perfect replica.
He'd fought so dirty, so viciously, that the old man had nearly suffered a mental breakdown!
"Master, are you hungry? Your breathing is so weak, as if you've used up all your energy. I made a Nutritional Meal for Junior Brother Qin. Why don't you have some first?"
Yu Weiwei's bright eyes flickered with concern as she spoke.
At her words, the white-haired old man's heart finally gave out.
They said a female disciple was a master's little padded jacket.
No one had told him this one had a drafty lining!
"Pfft!"
The white-haired old man's chest heaved a few times. His eyes