Although Chen Fei had already found many traces of the Cultivation World on Earth, he was still startled when his master, Ming Daochuan, so bluntly revealed the biggest secret in his heart. An involuntary cry escaped his lips.
"Cough, cough… I didn't expect it to be true. It seems you have some incredible luck, my boy," Elder Ming Daochuan said, his aged eyes squinting slightly as he coughed, his voice laced with weariness.
"Master, are you alright? Let me take a look."
Hearing his master's unnatural cough and sensing the fatigue in his tone, Chen Fei's grim expression remained unchanged. He quickly stepped before Elder Ming Daochuan, took his wrist, and began to check his pulse. Feeling the "attack" from his disciple, Elder Ming Daochuan's gaze sharpened, his body reflexively tensing to react. However, he immediately realized it was his own family, his disciple, before him.
