“What?!” Qin Wanru and the young women exclaimed, feeling all shocked and furious.2

Who could have done something so malicious? After all, this was a world where strength was everything. If you didn’t have your cultivation, then you could only let yourself be trampled on! Even if Qin Zheng was a state duke, if danger came knocking on his doorstep, that noble title alone wouldn’t do a thing. Apart from that, when a cultivator became crippled, that sudden change in their body wasn't something many people could tolerate. The most obvious part of all that was a change in their lifespan. For example, Qin Zheng had been hale and hearty, as lively as a tiger; and yet now, he was like an elder with one foot already in the grave, as if he could pass away at any moment.1

The sobbing woke Qin Zheng up. He opened his hazy eyes and called out, “Is that Little Ru? I seem to have heard Little Ru’s voice.”0

“Dad, it’s me,” Qin Wanru said as she sat down at his side and held his hand tightly. She couldn't help but start to sob.0

“Grandpa!” Chu Huanzhao and Chu Youzhao exclaimed, also kneeling down in front of him. They cried endlessly next to him.0

“Good, good…” Qin Zheng said, tears covering his aged face. “I thought I wouldn't be able to see your faces again in this life." He even found the situation hard to believe, to the point that he asked,...0