Every member of the Ming Family had their eyes fixed on Yuyin, all of them waiting with bated breath.
As Yuyin’s expression darkened, their faces drained of color, turning pale in an instant. Unable to contain himself, Ming Wenmo pressed her, "Master, how is my son?"
Yuyin opened her mouth but hesitated, unsure of how to put it. Judging by the boy's palmistry and facial features, he did not have long to live. She knew Ming Wenmo must have exhausted every resource to seek her out, likely because those evil spirit masters could no longer sustain his son’s life. If those people hadn't been prolonging his life all this time, the boy likely wouldn't have survived past the age of one. People were always so greedy, indulging in delusions and never knowing when to stop.
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