Heading to Tan Kingdom

Da Hu's growth was undoubtedly astonishing.

That made many of Jiang Beiran's original worries—that he would be unable to endure the power of so many wronged souls—fade away.

"Daoist Priest Master, those souls shouldn't be afraid of me now, right?"

"Mm. As long as you maintain it, there won't be a problem."

"All right. I'll do my best to restrain myself."

After saying that, Da Hu turned to look at Jiang Beiran and said, "Benefactor! I can continue carrying out the task you entrusted to me now!"

"Good. Then come with me this time. It just so happens I also need to make a trip to the other kingdoms."

"Yes!"

"Cough, cough! Cough!"

Just as the two were talking, a burst of coughing suddenly came from not far away. Jiang Beiran looked toward the sound and saw Xu Meiying, who had just been sitting in the rocking chair with her eyes closed, resting, suddenly wearing a pained expression.

"Granny, are you all right?"

Jiang Beiran walked over and asked.

"Cough, cough! Cough, cough!" After coughing twice more, Xu Meiying answered very weakly, "Sigh~ these old bones of mine really are no good anymore. I suffered a bit of injury, and after nursing it for so long, it still hasn't healed. It's killing me with discomfort."

"Then allow this junior to examine you again." As Jiang Beiran spoke, he was about to take Xu Meiying's pulse.

But Xu Meiying instantly pulled her hand back and said, "This illness can't be cured by ordinary medicine, so don't..."

"Aiyoyo!" At this moment, Daoist Zhan Yi, unable to keep watching from the side, could not help saying, "Medicine really is useless for this illness of yours. It'll be cured as long as Master Jiang accompanies you back for a visit, right?"

After hearing this,