บท 469: Chaos

A young man with sad eyes patted his back to regulate his breath.

"Master, do you want to take a break? Leave everything here to me. I'll report the progress to you," the young man gently said.

"I'm fine. I've had this condition for decades. I want to stay here for a bit longer," the old man said.

"Let me help you sit down," the young man said.

The old man kept coughing like a candle in the wind. The young man was really concerned that his master would die due to fierce coughing.

The old man didn't stop coughing after he sat down. The young man sat next to him. A moment later, a middle-aged man came out of the house with a bowl of decoction, which had a stimulating smell.

"Master, it's time to take some decoction," the middle-aged man said.

The old man picked up the bowl and drank the decoction. His cough seemed to be better afterward.

"Sort it out as soon as you can," he said after a big sigh.