At the foot of Daoseeking Mountain.
After listening to Ye Qiubai, Mu Ziqing was overjoyed for a moment, but then her eyes dimmed again.
"But… even my own family can't fix it…"
Ye Qiubai instantly understood what she meant.
Seems like the people backing Mu Ziqing are anything but ordinary.
"My master isn't some ordinary guy either. Ever since I became his disciple, I haven't seen anything he can't do."
"Besides, even if he can't, we've at least got to try, right? There's always hope."
"And, the cultivation technique I used before was able to perfectly resist your constitution, wasn't it? That technique was taught to me by my master."
Hearing this, Mu Ziqing nodded her head.
She smiled and said, "Then I'll go tell Grandpa Mu."
Grandpa Mu?
Ye Qiubai thought of that old man at the foot of Daoseeking Mountain.
Mu Ziqing brought Ye Qiubai in front of the old man.
The old man sat with his eyes closed, but seemed to sense their arrival.
