The Black-Robed Man interrupted Wenlong just as he was about to speak. "Just call me Old Sun."
Wenlong's guess had already been close to the mark, and the man's identity was now plain as day. He stopped pressing him about who he was.
With his current medical skills, Wenlong could treat him. However, he had no idea how long it would take to cure him.
It might take ten years, a hundred years, or even longer. Wenlong could not possibly waste that much time on him.
Every time he encountered danger, time chased him onward, demanding that he grow stronger. Without the strength of his cultivation to back him up, his family, his friends, and even he himself would die without a place to be buried.
He had to keep growing stronger and protect those who needed his protection. On the path of cultivation and growing stronger, he could not afford to stop.
"Little Sun, go outside first. I have something to discuss with your master." Wenlong also knew that the man did not want to reveal his identity.
That meant his earlier guess had been right, and he could open the skylight and speak plainly with him.
Once Monkey Sun had left, Wenlong set up a formation that blocked and isolated their conversation, ensuring that no third person would hear it.
"Old Sun, I can cure your ailment, but it would take too long. I can't afford to spend that much time. However, I have a better method." Wenlong told him the truth.
"Oh? Let's hear it, then." Old Sun was rather surprised and eager to learn what other method there might be.
"You know we captured one of their people today. I want him to steal your true body back by swapping a fake you in its place."