Zeng Chingming sat back in his great chair. Although his white hair was meticulously combed, it was still difficult to hide the deep weariness on his wrinkled face. He braced himself to smile and cup his hands together. “Brother Yun, for what reason did you come to visit today?”

Yun Zhang replied with a look of regret, “I haven’t seen Brother Zeng in a short three months, but you have declined to such an extent. If I didn’t try, I wouldn’t have been able to feel the smallest fluctuation of magic power in your body.”

Zeng Chingming froze for a moment. Maintaining his composure, he said, “My injuries have accumulated within my body, weakening me. In order to avoid aggravating them, it's best if I use as little magic power as possible.”

Yun Zhang nodded. “Brother Zeng is right. Allow me to examine you. Perhaps I can think of a way to help Brother Zeng’s condition a little.” As he spoke, he stood up.

Zeng Chingming waved his hand. “There is no need for Brother Yun to bother with me. My injuries have improved a little recently.”

Yun Zhang’s eyes flashed. He sat back down. “Then I wish Brother Zeng a speedy recovery in the future.” He suddenly changed the topic. “The reason I came here today is for this boy. He saw Mo’er a while ago and afterwards he was completely lost in his daydreams, not even able to cultivate. I have already heavily punished him, but this boy doesn’t know how to repent at all. Because of this, I have...