Qi Bai looked at Han Yu with interest, quietly waiting for his response.
What those old ghosts said wasn't wrong. Forcing my way through with a secret technique a decade ago had indeed caused severe Dao injuries, especially in recent years, as my condition worsens.
It's laughable to say that having transcended the shackles of ordinary humans, this body still succumbs to ailments like a mortal.
Weren't those old ghosts the same, seemingly divine in the eyes of mortals, yet having to watch themselves slowly age and die?
If the pills in Han Yu's hands were truly so miraculous, there's no way he would let go of them.
"Can't give."
Cousin's face changed, hastily whispering a reminder at the side.
He knew Han Yu's ways all too well; this guy has always been reckless.
Back then, Tu Xingsun, an evil cultivator, was forcefully fed medicine by him. Even though the side effects were outrageous, the benefits were genuine.
