Looking at Xiao Yan, who was temporarily behaving himself but whose eyes were still darting around as though he were plotting something, Ming Xin felt a headache coming on.
He rubbed his brow helplessly and decided to deal with the important matter first.
"We'll settle your matter later."
Ming Xin shot Xiao Yan an annoyed glare, then turned his gaze toward Yao Lao's soul form, which was still shocked and bewildered, though a flicker of hope had unconsciously appeared in his eyes.
"Venerable Yao," Ming Xin said evenly, "let this poor monk resolve the damage to your soul and the destruction of your physical body first."
At those words, Yao Lao's illusory soul form trembled violently!
His weathered eyes instantly erupted with unbelievable excitement and wild joy, mixed with a trace of fear that this was nothing more than an illusion!
His voice shook as he asked with immense anticipation and caution, "S-Senior... Y-you truly can... save this old man?"
These injuries had plagued him for countless years, reducing him from the lofty Venerable Yao to a lingering remnant soul barely clinging to life.
Even at his peak, he had been powerless against them. Yet this unfathomable Senior Ming Xin claimed he could resolve them?
At once, Xiao Yan forgot about the lump on his head. He hurried over excitedly, staring eagerly at Ming Xin. "Boss!
You can really save Teacher? Do we need to prepare any heavenly treasures? Just give the order. Even if I have to climb mountains of blades or plunge into seas of fire, this junior will find them for you!"
Seeing the master and disciple so tense and hopeful, Ming Xin could not help but chuckle and shake his head, his tone carrying an utterly matter-of-fact calm.
"Prepare things? With this poor monk's strength, would