"Saving him won't be difficult."
The black-robed old man's laughter rang out, and Lin Haoran's eyes instantly widened.
He stared fixedly at the old man before him, his voice trembling with uncertainty as he tested, "You... you truly have a way?"
He had only asked casually, never expecting the black-robed old man to actually nod.
"His vitality has been exhausted. All we need is to find a way to replenish it," the black-robed old man said with a nod.
At this moment, Qianyuan spoke up himself, smiling bitterly. "Are you joking, sir? If one's vitality is exhausted, then one's final days are at hand... Even a divine medicine like the Heavenly Soul Pill could only let someone in my condition linger on for a little while longer..."
"Besides..."
Qianyuan looked suspiciously at the man before him. "Your aura also seems extremely unstable. It looks as though your injuries were too severe to heal... If you truly have a way to replenish vitality, why not use it on yourself?"
As soon as those words were spoken, everyone around them looked toward Lin Cheng.
That's right!
This old man's aura was clearly somewhat unstable. He looked like he had suffered grave injuries and could not recover from them. If he truly had a way, why wouldn't he save himself first?
Could it be that someone was tired of living?
Impossible, right?
The stronger a person was, the more they tended to cherish their life... Someone like Patriarch Qianyuan had simply been tormented beyond endurance. If there truly were a way for him to live well, how could he be unwilling?
The crucial point was that even if he obtained the Heavenly Soul Pill, it could only barely keep him alive.
And he would still have to endure endless pain... If not for