"Father," Luo Huian greeted her father and tried to sit up straight on the bed, but before she could, Jiao Bo waved his hand and pushed her back down on the bed.
"There is no need to act tough with me; with how you are at the moment, even breathing would use up your spiritual energy. I should have known that this was going to happen; without proper cultivation, your inner core is like a bucket with a hole in the bottom and without anyone pouring water from the top, it's running out quite fast." Jiao Bo was frowning hard as he studied the mess within his daughter's spiritual core.
This was the reason why he was not willing to let his daughter come here; this world was a mess with the gloom aura running rampant. The spiritual energy was really thin, and there was no abundance of it. It was a miracle that his daughter was able to last this long without falling.
He stared at his daughter hard and questioned, "Are you really not thinking of coming back?"
