A row of cold sweat instantly dripped down Ling Kun’s forehead, as he said hastily: “This… this… cough cough, this isn’t a problem of Heaven Crystals or Divine Crystals. This old man is already old, can’t bear too much hardships, and still want to live a few years longer…””
Ye Xinghan: “…”
Author’s Note: 【After writing this chapter, my stomach suddenly felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Let this one go release and mediate a little…】