"Qingyu's congenital deficiency from ancient times was real, and it was also true that a senior from the Flower Sect used the sect's secret technique to forcibly delay her growth. After all, no mother could possibly watch her own child die before her eyes. And when your teacher had just disappeared, I truly was beside myself with worry."
Xiao Yan nodded upon hearing this. On one side was her vanished lover; on the other, her daughter who was about to die young. No one could truly understand Xuan Yi's helplessness at the time. As for the Flower Sect's special secret technique, Xiao Yan merely found it remarkable. Any faction with a deep foundation would possess more or less such methods, so he did not find it strange. He was no longer the young master of the Xiao Clan in Wutan City. Since entering the Central Plains and learning so much information, his horizons had long since broadened immensely. Not to mention that he himself possessed several exceptionally special abilities.
"For all these years, Qingyu has remained in an extremely unusual state of slumber, able to maintain the appearance she had just after birth. But Qingyu was not truly frozen in time. To avoid affecting her future, I have continually transferred my own blood to her. I will not go into the details, but you should be able to guess the general situation."
"Blood transfusion... then what about your own body?" At the Dou Zun level, losing some blood was not much of an issue. But this had lasted several centuries. Xuan Yi had continuously given her blood to Yao Qingyu, so both her cultivation and condition must have suffered tremendously.
"It merely means I have no hope of reaching the ninth tier in this life. It is nothing serious." With