(When I opened the novel, I found that I had unexpectedly gained a hall master. Thank you for the support from reader LaoNiang, and thanks as well to readers Feng Xiong Hua Ji, Fengfeng Feifei, Zhuge Wuhou1, Qiu Aifeng, Moumou Wang, Ju Haimiao, Purple Wolf Mercenary, reader 160529171250720, and everyone else. I won't list them all here. Truly, thank you very much. This chapter counts as an extra update for today. I'll continue writing afterward.)
"Who are you?" The gray-robed man opened the courtyard gate and looked at the silver-haired young man before him in confusion.
"Take me to see your father." After Lu Xiaotian had commissioned a wheelchair at the Wang Clan Armory, he had taken a brief look around the market. It had been packed with people, and there had been countless kinds of spiritual objects, though the vast majority were still for Qi Refining cultivators. As for Foundation Establishment cultivators, they might appear at an auction like last time. He had wasted some time and failed to find what he wanted, so he had come to the residence of the bald old man's family in Moonwatch City.
The moment the gray-robed man heard his voice, he recognized Lu Xiaotian. It turned out that the silver-haired young man before him was the one who had rescued them from the short, fat man earlier. His father was gravely wounded and on the brink of death, and no one knew how much longer he could hold on. After thanking Lu Xiaotian, the gray-robed man led him to the bald old man's room. At that moment, the bald old man was lying on the bed, his breathing faint. A jar beside him emitted a bloody stench, clearly from vomit he had produced not long before.
"Please forgive this old man for