Murong Wushuang hurried over and asked nervously, "Brother Chuan, how is he? How is my grandfather?"
Ning Xiaochuan's expression was grave. He shook his head.
Yu Yan emerged from the room carrying a basin of bloody water.
Murong Wushuang froze at once, muttering to himself, "How could this happen? A whole basin of fresh blood... a whole basin of blood... Grandfather, Grandfather..."
Tears streamed from his eyes. His grandfather was his only family!
"Don't misunderstand. That was the water I used to wash my hands. I've reconnected your grandfather's severed bloodline, but his Profound Qi was sealed for too long. Without several months of recuperation, it will be difficult for his cultivation to return to its peak," Ning Xiaochuan said.
A thunderous cold snort came from inside the room, carrying a sharp and domineering aura. "This old man's cultivation will recover sooner or later. When it does, it will be the day I take Yue Wuyang's life."
Murong Hua had once been a Divine Dragon Warrior. Once the seal on his body was broken, he was like a hidden dragon emerging from the sea, and that powerful aura returned to him.
Murong Hua's cultivation was extremely high, and his body was powerful as well. Once his bloodline had been reconnected and Martial Dao Profound Qi flowed throughout his body, the wounds on him could heal very quickly.
The old man walked out of the house in a gray robe. Though his cultivation had not fully recovered, he was already able to walk. He came before Ning Xiaochuan and bowed deeply. "Thank you, Young Master Ning, for saving me. This old man owed your father a life, and now I owe you another. This debt of gratitude can never be repaid in a lifetime."
Three-Fingered Lin was also immensely stirred, battle