Li Xingtian brought Chanwood Temple's two living treasures up to the second floor of Yuelai Restaurant and found his master.
"Sorry I'm late, Master." A slightly helpless look crossed Li Xingtian's face.
"No matter. As long as you're safe."
Chu Xingchen nodded lightly. Then, when his gaze fell on Yuanjing, whom Li Xingtian had found, he understood why Li Xingtian had stayed to help.
Yuanjing truly was a lamp whose oil had run dry now. Though he had originally possessed Foundation Establishment cultivation, the fluctuations of spiritual power within him were now weaker even than those of the grave-faced Yuankong beside him.
His beard, long since white, seemed to have lost all nourishment, lying dry and disheveled against his face.
Yuanjing's complexion was sallow, his eyes deeply sunken.
In this condition, the Perfect Tonic Pills Chu Xingchen had refined himself might have been of some use, but when he thought of their side effects...
I'm afraid the abbot might not withstand them.
Yuankong was supporting Yuanjing, and the three of them took their seats.
Yuanjing forced a smile onto his shriveled face and spoke hoarsely in a voice that had lost its spring:
"Sorry for the trouble, benefactor. I owe you more and more."
"You underestimate me, Abbot. Are you alone allowed to care for all living beings, while I'm not?" Chu Xingchen personally poured Yuanjing a cup of tea and continued,
"Your condition wasn't looking good the last time I saw you. Some things don't necessarily require you to go in person."
Yuanjing reached out and took the teacup before him. At those words, he could not help smiling a little as he looked at Chu Xingchen, his gaze very gentle.
He said with a smile, "I didn't have long to live anyway. Better to do a few more