"Let us say it barely counts as that. Does your Qingluan Manor have Qingluan Lotus Seed?"
Ma Hongjun did not hesitate at all.
"My dear ancestor, that thing. Although no one has officially declared it extinct, it has basically not been seen for several decades. Do you think our Qingluan Manor has that kind of thing?"
"Really nothing?"
When Bai He came here, he still held a faint trace of hope.
"Nothing. You… are you sick?"
Ma Hongjun examined Bai He carefully, but could not see any sign that he was sick.
The way he had just been acting fierce was full of energy.
In an instant, Bai He's energy seemed to disappear without a trace.
Completely gone.
"You are really sick? Could it be that…"
Ma Hongjun suddenly grabbed Bai He's hand and unwrapped the bandage on it, and indeed saw the wound.
"You really are… you go anywhere and touch anything."
Bai He pulled his hand back and carefully rewrapped it. "What is the use of saying so much? At this point, I am probably finished."
