"Sprite's back! And who might this be beside you...?"
The beautiful woman turned to White Sprite with a smile.
But when she saw Ye Lin and Luo Yao, a flicker of wariness crossed her eyes.
"Mother, his name is Ye Lin. He came from outside and wandered into the Illusion Formation by chance. I led him out."
"The girl in his arms is his younger sister, Luo Yao."
"I invited him here to see if he could treat Father's injuries."
White Sprite stepped forward, took her mother's arm, and explained.
Even after hearing this, the woman's wariness did not fade. But when she saw Luo Yao, she smiled.
Children could make any living being lower their guard.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Ye Lin. I'm Liu Feng, Sprite's mother."
Liu Feng rose and bowed to Ye Lin.
"No need for formalities. I promised your daughter I'd come and take a look. The man on the bed is her father, I take it?"
Ye Lin nodded lightly, then looked toward the skeletal figure on the bed.
"Yes. He's my Dao companion and my husband. A blood beast gravely wounded him a hundred years ago. Nothing we've tried has helped."
"Over the past century, his injuries have only worsened. Now he won't wake up. I'm afraid he has little time left."
Liu Feng glanced at the man on the bed, her eyes growing wet.
White Sprite, standing beside her, was clearly distressed as well.
"Let me take a look."
Ye Lin nodded and stepped forward.
A middle-aged man lay motionless on the bed, so emaciated he was little more than a skeleton.
Terrifying deathly energy coiled around him. One glance was enough to feel it rolling toward him.
With deathly energy this dense, he clearly had little time left—perhaps only a few days.
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