Ji Fengyao hurried over, hopingfully placing her hand on the mysterious old man's wrist, but the joy on her face vanished in an instant:

His condition did not improve; in fact, it worsened.

Waking up now is merely the final burst of life, commonly known as a deathbed rally.

Seeing the mysterious old man slightly open his withered eyelids, Ji Fengyao asked in a gentle voice with concern, "Old man, how are you feeling now? Does it hurt anywhere? I can help you with acupuncture to relieve your pain."

The mysterious old man stared blankly at Ji Fengyao's fair and chubby face, his gaze distant yet familiar, as if he were looking at an old friend he had known for a long time but had also been separated from for a long time.

Seeing that his eyes were a little dazed, Ji Fengyao gently patted his shoulder and asked softly, "Old man, can you hear me?"

"Old man?" The mysterious old man finally came to his senses and noticed Ji Fengyao's address to him. He raised his withered, bony, dark hands, and his face, covered in wrinkles, gave a bitter smile: "Yes, now, aren't I just a dying old man, ha..."

After saying this, the mysterious old man let out a long sigh;

He looked at Ji Fengyao with a smiling gaze.

She then glanced at Shang Xiye, who stood beside Ji Fengyao like a guardian angel.

"After all this time, it's still the same result." The mysterious old man smiled bitterly: "The master is right. What is meant for you will come to pass no matter how you try to avoid it."

Ji Fengyao and Shang Xiye were completely confused and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Grandpa, do you know us?" Ji Fengyao asked patiently and gently, without showing any impatience or doubt.

The mysterious old man looked at Ji Fengyao and Shang Xiye with warm, smiling eyes and said, "I know them, and I don't know them."

Ji Fengyao: "..."

Shang Xiye: "..."

The ghost pawed at a pebble in the cave with its front claw:

This old man must have lost his mind!

Can you speak in a way that a person can understand?

"You haven't even taken human form yet, and you're not even human, so what's the point of you understanding human speech?" The mysterious old man actually heard and understood Ghost Face's inner thoughts and retorted.

"Hey, you old man, you can read minds?" Ghost Face took a step back in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost.

The mysterious old man smiled meaningfully and replied irrelevantly, "Alright, my time is running out. I've waited for you for too long, and my life force is exhausted."

At this point, he took a shallow breath, pointed at Ji Fengyao's wrist where the small tower was hidden, and said, "Qiong Yao, give me another breath of life energy, otherwise I will die before I can finish speaking."

Ji Fengyao twitched the corner of her mouth: "Emmmmm, actually, my name is Gu Long."

"It's been years, and you're still as mischievous as ever," the mysterious old man said with a smile, pointing again to Ji Fengyao's wrist where the small pagoda was hidden.

Although Ji Fengyao was full of doubts, she saw that the old man insisted on pointing to her wrist where the small pagoda was hidden, as if he knew for sure what was there. So she slowly raised her hand, rolled down her sleeve, and revealed the full appearance of the small pagoda.

She doesn't need to do anything.

She merely revealed the small tower, and the old man then tugged at his clothes, revealing his green mark. A wisp of pale white mist then drifted from the small tower and entered the green mark on the old man's body, and his complexion improved considerably.

Ji Fengyao suddenly realized;

It turned out that neither her unique hand technique nor the spirit stone was the key to the problem;

It must have been when she was examining the old man's green marks that day...

A wisp of white gas peeked out from the small tower, but she didn't notice.