"Father, I am not going to seek treatment anymore."
The young man looked resolute: "You have spent so many spirit stones on my treatment, the clan's relatives have been grumbling, rumors are everywhere, if we continue like this, sooner or later everyone will turn their backs on us. I don't want you to be subjected to the clan elders' criticism for my sake."
"Let those old bastards say whatever they want, your dad doesn't care."
The middle-aged man cut him off, looking just as resolute: "Even if it drains all our family wealth, I will invite renowned doctors for you and cure your strange disease."
"Father."
The young man's eyes filled with emotion, and he wept quietly.
*
"Fox ears, half-human half-monster?"
Outside the Rong Clan's manor wall, Lin Qingluo, upon hearing Little Kingfisher's transmitted inner voice, felt a tremor in his heart and a bad premonition.
"Immortal Monarch, there is a proclamation posted at the main gate of the Rong's house."