"Xiaomo, this child…" Duan Qingchen turned to look at Duan Xiaomo who was sitting by Ling Chuxi's side. The old man's eyes were full of warmth, but there was also an unspoken guilt in them.
"Senior Duan, you don't need to worry. I believe Xiaomo will get better," Ling Chuxi said to comfort him. The old man before her right now was not the majestic sect master of the Celestial Sect, but an ordinary grandfather who was worried about his grandchild.
"Yes, Grandfather, don't worry. Xiaomo will definitely get better," Duan Feiyu added reassuringly.
…
Duan Qingchen and a few others temporarily stayed at the Golden Pill Sect.
Early in the morning, the warm sunlight illuminated the entire place. In the Hundred Flower Valley, the faint mist refracted the sunlight, creating a colorful display so beautiful that it felt like heaven on earth.