Zhou Chaoli left. He fished several spirit fruits from the Silver Sea, then took his son back to reality.
Although he had discovered the problem quickly enough and forcibly suppressed his son's condition with the immense power of his Yang Spirit, the situation was still far from optimistic. He needed to return to reality and reunite spirit and flesh before treatment could begin.
If they remained here, then no matter how powerful his Yang Spirit was, his son's soul was simply too weak to withstand the burning of that peculiar violet fire.
As for the Spirit Heavenly Pearl.
Though Zhou Chaoli was deeply tempted and desperately wanted it—after all, it concerned the path to immortality and could enhance one's spirit—this incident left him no choice but to give it up.
Watching Zhou Chaoli leave with a face full of frustration, Wang Ming beside him undoubtedly laughed with great delight.
To him, supporters of that senior brother's faction were all targets to be troubled. Seeing Zhou Chaoli suffer such a huge loss naturally put him in high spirits, as refreshing as downing a cup of iced tea in the July heat—cooling him straight to the core.
He drew a breath and smiled at the old man, about to say something.
The old man suddenly turned his head and looked at Wang Ming with a kindly smile. "Little Ming."
"Uh?" Wang Ming froze. By age, there was nothing wrong with being called that, but it still felt awkward. Ever since he had reached the Yang Spirit realm, no one had called him that in a very long time.
"I know you and him don't get along, and you're always looking for trouble with him."
"The first time, this old man thought you were overthinking things, that you had let it become an