Tang San knocked on the door and asked, "Teacher, are you in?"
"Xiaosan, come in."
After entering the room, Tang San saw Yu Xiaogang slumped on the bed and asked in confusion, "Teacher, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Yu Xiaogang said faintly, "Xiaosan, I'm fine. I've just been a bit tired these past few nights, so..."
Actually, Yu Xiaogang brought this upon himself. Clearly, after his cultivation was crippled, if he had lived an honest and steady life, he might not have ended up with internal injuries all over his body like this now.
However, Yu Xiaogang was bent on recovering his cultivation, so he could only recklessly take medicinal herbs and use external forces, even trying cultivation methods meant for an Evil Soul Master. Unfortunately, it was utterly impossible to restore his cultivation.
In this way, as his body collapsed, his vitality vanished as well, leaving Yu Xiaogang now teetering on the brink of exhaustion. If he failed to find precious species like Immortal Herbs within three years to ingest, he would likely just die like this.
Tang San shook his head. "Teacher, let me take a look at you. I've studied a little bit of medicine."
Yu Xiaogang nodded. With his permission, Tang San walked over to his side, picked up his wrist, and took his pulse.
Very quickly, Tang San discovered the condition of Yu Xiaogang's body. This result made it hard for him to accept-why had his teacher reached the point of utter exhaustion? Exactly what kind of person had harmed him?
"Teacher, why has your body become like this?" Tang San asked with some trembling.
Yu Xiaogang said gently, "Well, there's nothing wrong with my body, Xiaosan. But what is it you wanted to talk about?"
Tang San retorted, "How can you