Master Zhao nodded, still with a hesitant look.
Nanli knew what he wanted to ask, so she said, "Miss Zhao suffered Ghost Fire burning in the underworld, although her soul hasn't scattered, it's severely damaged. The journey through the Yellow Springs is probably even more difficult now."
Master Zhao's eyes reddened again. He looked at his daughter and tremblingly touched her cheek. Then, choking up, he said, "As long as her soul is safe... that's good..."
His daughter had always been fragile, and he didn't know if she could hold on.
But the fact that the Ninth Princess hadn't scattered her daughter's soul was already the best outcome.
Thinking of this, anger rose in his heart.
He had ignored young master Zhao all this time, but now he wished to tear apart his own biological son!
Master Zhao tried to pull young master Zhao up, only to find him barely breathing, his gaze unfocused, nearing the brink of death.
"What... what happened to him?" he muttered in confusion.