The old man glanced at Yan Chihuo again, and two streaks of sharp light flashed past like lightning. Yan Chihuo's heart tightened slightly. This sickly ghost is half-dead already, yet he's still this formidable?
Lady Tianxiang said, "Elder Dong, this Fellow Daoist Yan is the one we invited to search for the Spirit Concealment Flower. Rest assured, we will certainly obtain it. Once that happens, your chronic illness will be swept away, and you will surely recover your former cultivation."
The old man surnamed Dong said, "Over these years, I have troubled Madam and all my fellow Daoists greatly. Great kindness needs no words of thanks, so I will not say more."
Lady Tianxiang said, "What are you saying, Elder Dong? You are one of Wondrous Fragrance Tower's people. As the tower master, how could I stand by and do nothing?"
Then Lady Tianxiang said to the cultivators around them, "Let us not disturb Elder Dong's rest." Everyone understood and followed Lady Tianxiang out of the stone chamber into a hall.
Lady Tianxiang asked, "Just how is Elder Dong's injury?"
A tall, thin cultivator answered, "Elder Dong's condition is getting worse and worse. This latest episode lasted a full day longer than the previous ones. It took all of us exhausting every effort just to stabilize his injuries. At this rate, without an antidote, Elder Dong likely will not last three years."
Only then did Yan Chihuo realize that all these people had gathered here to treat Elder Dong's injuries. Yet he had no idea who Elder Dong truly was, or why Lady Tianxiang attached such importance to him.
Lady Tianxiang fell silent in thought. Then a long-bearded man said, "Madam, Three Saints Valley has been showing some unusual movements lately."
Lady Tianxiang gave a cold laugh. "Ignore them."
Then