"How is he?" Seeing the autumn moon coming out of the door, I asked.

"it seems to be a bit tricky," Nangong Jingran shook his head. "It's not just days, but years that have been accumulating in his body."

"years?" I can't help thinking that the first time I saw him, it was in the woods, right? Although the way of meeting was not very friendly, but at that time he had a good spirit.

"well, the cold has become poisonous and accumulates in the body. If it can't be forced out, even my Shifu doesn't have a way in the world." Nangong Jing touched his chin and shook his...