Inside the dilapidated house, the light was dim.
When Jiang Yuechu stepped into the room again, Qin Zhisui's several disciples had gathered here as well, apart from her.
Several figures stood scattered about, nearly filling the already cramped little house.
The room was silent.
Everyone's gaze rested on the bed against the wall.
Calling it a bed was generous; it was really just a few wooden boards pieced together.
A layer of slightly damp straw had been laid over it, along with a thin quilt.
At this moment, Qin Zhisui lay quietly upon it.
His eyes were tightly shut, his brows deeply furrowed, his breathing so faint it was nearly imperceptible.
Looking at the old man in this state, everyone fell silent.
A moment later.
Senior Brother Chu, wearing a bamboo hat, slowly rose to his feet.
He gently withdrew the fingers resting on Qin Zhisui's wrist and carefully placed the old man's arm back beneath the quilt.
Then he turned around, looked at the expectant faces before him, and let out a soft sigh.
In the end, he helplessly shook his head at them.
"I can't detect anything wrong either..."
"Whew..."
Upon hearing this.
A long chorus of sighs rose within the room.
Before this.
Every disciple had exhausted every means and racked their brains, trying to discover what symptoms the old man had contracted.
Although nearly everyone present was a true cultivator of the Myriad Phenomena Heaven Realm, with eyes and experience both sharp and profound.
Even after the final disciple had completed the examination.
They still had not discovered any problem.
Since they could not find it...
That meant there was nowhere to begin.
Chu Tiange silently swept his gaze around, taking in every expression on his fellow disciples' faces.
After a brief silence.
He pondered for