Upon seeing that Xu Wendong didn't take out the Elixir, Li Lingtian's eyes instantly dimmed, filled with disappointment.
He let out a slight sigh, a sigh that seemed to carry endless loneliness.
His illness was already complex, though not life-threatening, it was like an insurmountable chasm, requiring a long time to break through the shackles within his body.
Both Li Lingtian and Li Jiayin were most worried that during this long period, the Heavenly Nether Sect might fall into internal chaos.
Now that Xu Wendong wasn't able to cure him, perhaps it truly was fate's doing.
Li Jiayin bit her red lip hard, her lips turning pale from the pressure, her eyebrows filled with panic and anxiety.
Her eyes reddened slightly, tears swirling within, as if they were about to spill over the next moment.
Could it be that after so much effort and hardships, it was all in vain, everything turned out to be for nothing?
