Inside Old Yuan's room, a dim candlelight flickered, and a pungent fragrance wafted through the air.
On the incense table, a censer was burning, with a faint blue firelight.
Zhou Dao knew that this was [Five-Yun Nourishing Incense], a miraculous fragrance that nourished the five viscera and replenished the vital energy.
Five-Yun Nourishing Incense was not for cultivation but for healing. Its efficacy was quite different from Zhou Dao's [Seven Treasures Divine Soul Incense].
It was said that this kind of incense was very precious and valuable. However, Old Yuan would light one every few days.
Zhou Dao had asked about it before, but Old Yuan always kept his mouth shut.
As the number of times increased, Zhou Dao no longer asked.
"You're here!"
At this moment, the censer had just burnt out, and Old Yuan's complexion turned rosy. There was a brocade handkerchief on the table beside him, with faint traces of deep red blood on it.