"Swoosh!"
It was like a bolt of lightning struck just above Lin Xiaoyang's head, leaving his mind dazed.
Once he regained his wits, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.
"Qingluo, my sweet daughter, your father will listen to you. I won't waste any more time, and I look forward to the day when we can fight on the battlefield together."
**
It was dark, and Lin Qingluo had dinner with her grandparents before heading to Autumn Frost Residence to give the Old Master acupuncture.
Under her careful care, Old Master's cough had significantly improved, and he could now sit up with the help of soft pillows and chat with her for a while.
Lin Qingluo inserted the needles swiftly and accurately, quickly covering the Old Master's entire body with them.
When the silver needles entered, there was a slight prickling sensation. In order to distract Old Master's attention and keep him from feeling unbearable pain.