In the Heavenly Book Tower, an old man with a red face picked up the palm of Jia Chenglie's hand, then looked at the little finger that had been retrieved, and sighed: "No chance of saving it."
Although he sighed, his voice was loud, with an undertone that left no room for doubt.
Upon hearing these words, Jia Chenglie's face, which was already deathly pale, lost any trace of color. He opened his mouth, his cracked lips quivering, but he couldn't utter a single word. Next to him, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator cupped his hands and said, "Elder Qi, he is my only son..."
This Nascent Soul cultivator, who looked like a middle-aged scholar, was Jia Chenglie's father, Jia Lianwu, one of the stewards of the Heavenly Book Tower.
