Looking at the current situation.
The old man can probably survive another half a year at most, and even that seems incredibly difficult!
Feeling the sorrow in Su Yu's eyes.
The old man took a breath, slightly raised a hand and waved it, squeezing a smile from the corner of his mouth, and said: "Why make such a face? Do you know how old I am? A hundred and sixty-seven years! You only know I might have lived a century, but didn't expect I've lived this long, right!"
As he spoke.
The old man smiled again, but this smile tugged at his lung injury, causing him to cough violently. Su Yu instinctively went to support him, but was waved away by the elder, who coughed heavily for a while, as if he would not be satisfied until he coughed the lung injury out completely.
It wasn't until he coughed up blood that he stopped. His breathing grew heavier, but his speech became clearer.
"In any case, if I die now, it's a gain, but before I die, there is one thing I want to ask you, Mister Su."
