Wang Siyuan's old illness had flared up again. Was he nearing death?
Meng Qi was quite surprised when he heard the news. Dharma Bodies were true immortals, and those who had completed even half the Heavenly Ladder were close to becoming true immortals. Any illness they had should have been cured long ago. The reason Wang Siyuan was always sickly was that he had suffered a backlash from the Heavenly Dao. As long as he didn't bring disaster upon himself, he shouldn't, in theory, lose control before reaching the age of fifty.
Moreover, Wang Siyuan was far more of a prodigy than any of the Wang Family's ancestors who had attained the Dharma Body over the past several thousand years. He was probably no less talented than the Number Sage had been in his youth. With his deep reserves, and having used Meng Qi's help to rid himself of the Hidden Danger of the Demon Buddha, he still had many years before his great limit. His road ahead should have been bright and wide open, with a breakthrough within reach. How could his old illness have suddenly flared up?
After his initial surprise, Meng Qi's first thought was that Wang Siyuan was laying a scheme. As for what he was scheming, or who it was aimed at, there wasn't enough information to tell.
Of course, Wang Siyuan might also have secretly done something that had brought the backlash upon him ahead of time.
Meng Qi's thoughts churned. He nodded slightly and said to Ruan Yushu, "Young Master Wang has guided me many times over the years. I should go to Guangling and see what's going on."
The weight of history, the traces of time—those were the impressions Meng Qi got as he walked through the depths of the Jiangdong