Lu Xianji was overjoyed and asked out loud, "Really?"
"Really," Lu Yu nodded and said, "Can this kind of thing be faked?"
"It's indeed the seed of my Lu Family, it's the seed of my Lu Family..."
"Tang Fei is the seed of my Lu Family..."
Lu Xianji's expression was ecstatic, and his eyes shone with intensity.
As his heartbeat quickened and his breathing grew heavy, the nutrient solution behind him gurgled, looking as though it was about to boil.
"You shouldn't get too excited."
Lu Yu began to feel nervous. He knew the old man's body was on its last legs, relying entirely on world-leading high-tech medical techniques and the nutrient tank on the wheelchair to sustain his life.
Those were the so-called "black technologies," the "life-extending tanks."
If his mood became too agitated, and the nutrient tank couldn't supply enough, it could lead to severe consequences like breathing cessation and heart stoppage.
