"Patriarch, that is the situation."
Master Chen stood before Ximen Gong and explained the whole affair.
Ximen Gong had been injured by the Jiang Family's Patriarch, Jiang Han, and his wounds were not light.
On top of that, of all the experts from the Ximen Clan he had taken with him, he was the sole survivor.
The mere thought of it was enough to make him cough up blood.
But now, hearing news of a Golden Healing Pill, he was instantly thrilled.
He had named his son Ximen Jianren—'Resilient'—in the hope that he would be tenacious and lead the Ximen Clan to prosperity and power.
Now, his son possessed an Eighth-Grade Martial Vein and had limitless potential.
He was, without a doubt, a true genius.
Naturally, he had to heal his son, no matter the cost.
"Master Chen, it doesn't matter whether this is true or not."
"The Golden Healing Pill is too important for my son. Even if it's a fake lead, we have to go."
"I must get my hands on a Golden Healing Pill."
