"Feng Ling, how is Father? Has his condition improved?"
A young girl came running down the corridor and grabbed Feng Ling's arm.
"Immortal Monarch Si Ye is still treating him inside, there's no news yet."
Feng Ling seemed accustomed to the girl's intimate actions and didn't struggle to free his arm, letting her hold onto him. A flicker of concern flashed in his eyes.
"Will something happen to Father? Ling'er is so scared."
The girl's eyes filled with tears as she held onto Feng Ling's arm, her forehead pressed against his shoulder.
Her fragile and helpless appearance stirred compassion in others.
"Immortal Lord will be fine, he will recover."
Feng Ling's mood was heavy, as if he was trying to comfort her and reassure himself at the same time.
"Feng Ling, I am so scared, so scared that something will really happen to Father."
The girl sobbed: "Fortunately, I have you, or I really don't know what I would do."
"Ling'er, don't be afraid."