"Yes, great-grandfather." Wang Anxin accepted the command and paused for a moment. He glanced at Wang Ningxi, who was still groaning, and said, "Great-grandfather, is there really no way to solve Ningxi's problem?"
"I have written to Saint Master Jiang to seek advice on this matter. Saint Master Jiang recently replied, saying that the ancient texts in the Saint Land record symptoms similar to this." Wang Shouzhe said, "Coincidentally, I have some other matters to attend to at the Saint Land, so I'll bring Ningxi to meet the Saint Master."
"Thank you, great-grandfather." Wang Anxin said with delight, "You've troubled yourself with Xi'Er's matter."
"Great Ancestor, do the ancient texts really record my symptoms? Does that mean there's still hope for me?" Wang Ningxi jumped up from the stone bench, ignoring the fiery pain in his rear.
