Su Qing hadn't been outside for long when he saw Su Debei, whose hair had turned completely white.
The man's face was etched with sorrow, and the dark circles under his eyes were heavy.
Furthermore, his soul seemed to have been damaged.
The extent of the damage was around 9%.
As an ordinary person, it was a miracle he had held on this long in his condition.
"Mr. Su, it's good that you're here."
"I wonder if the powerful figures of the Dao Path can save my child."
Upon seeing Su Qing, Su Debei looked at him as if he had found someone he could finally rely on.
In the past two weeks, Su Debei had been hit by one blow after another. His daughter fell ill, and most of the people in his business fell ill as well.
A large shipment of goods was hit by an unknown attack, resulting in heavy losses.
Then his wife also fell ill, and he had to busy himself with taking care of her.
