Because she had been engrossed in cooking and lost track of time, it wasn't until twenty minutes later that Yu Weiwei returned to the training room, wiped away the flower of spirit, and canceled the spiritual resonance.
She felt extremely guilty inside, thinking that she had wasted Qin's junior brother's efforts for nothing. She needed to make up for it later.
However, what she saw was the white-haired old man sitting in a wheelchair, looking like all the bones in his body had fallen apart, gasping for breath, his eyes empty and lifeless, as if he was on the verge of death, about to take his final breath at any moment.
"Master, are you all right?"
Yu Weiwei's face showed surprise. How long had she been gone that her master's already weak life force seemed to have nearly been extinguished?
Had he aged even more, ravaged by time?
"I…"
The white-haired old man opened his mouth, his lips trembling.
Staring directly at his third disciple, he wanted to ask:
