"The martial arts tournament was also initiated by the Divination Sect. I don't know the specifics either."
Yan Feibei sat to the side, speaking to Ke Zhennan.
"Do you have an ideal candidate? Name them, and I, the Old Ke, will support them to become the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch."
As soon as Ke Zhennan finished speaking, he started coughing uncontrollably.
The handsome man beside him cautiously patted Ke Zhennan's back, "Grandfather, would you like some medicine?"
Coughing.
Ke Zhennan was coughing so hard he couldn't speak. The handsome man had no choice but to take out a white porcelain bottle from his pocket, pour out two pills, and then pick up a teacup from the table to hand it to Ke Zhennan.
Ke Zhennan took the pills, swallowed them with difficulty, and drank some water, finally feeling a bit better.
Ji Ruyan watched from the side; Ke Zhennan's complexion didn't look good at all now.
To put it bluntly, the words "beyond cure" perfectly described him.
