Xu Yan followed Jiang Taiyuan to the Heavenly Human Residence, where he saw Jiang Taiyuan's granddaughter on a bed in one of the rooms.
She was an exquisite, beautiful, and adorable young girl. Judging by her age, she seemed to be seventeen or eighteen.
At that moment, her face was covered in frost. A few ice crystals clung to her originally delicate, vividly red lips, and her entire body radiated a bone-piercing chill. Even the bed had already formed a thin layer of ice.
This was the first time Xu Yan had seen such a sight. He asked Jiang Taiyuan, "Has her old ailment flared up again?"
Jiang Taiyuan's granddaughter was suffering from neither an illness nor poison. Ordinary people would never be able to tell what was wrong, but Xu Yan had seen through it—and found it extremely troublesome.
Jiang Taiyuan had no idea what was happening to the girl. He said awkwardly, "My granddaughter has often ended up like this since she was little. It's happened more than once or twice, so I assumed her old ailment had flared up again."
He had previously invited many famous physicians to examine his granddaughter, but not one of them knew what illness she had, much less how to treat it.
Xu Yan asked, "Then how did you deal with your granddaughter's sudden episodes in the past?"
Since this had been happening ever since she was young, and she had already grown this old, it would have been unreasonable if Jiang Taiyuan had no way of coping with it.
"In the past, whenever Xue Xi developed these symptoms, they would disappear after lasting for a while. But as she grew older, the episodes lasted longer and longer. This time, a whole day has passed, and she still hasn't returned to normal."