"My father is already eighty-seven this year, and if I am not mistaken, he has only half a year of life left," Han Zhongming said, his gaze burning into Qin Yu.
Qin Yu frowned, "Prolonging life goes against the natural order. Daoist Han, you must think thrice, for forcibly defying nature could greatly affect you."
"We cultivators are inherently defying the heavens, what's a mere extension of life in comparison? Are the deeds of Friend Qin not against the natural order as well?"
Han Zhongming's eyes brightened, finally seeing something in Qin Yu's face.
Qin Yu's pupils constricted for a moment, then he let out a light chuckle, "Good! Qin has felt a kinship with Sect Master Han from the start, I am willing to form this good connection."
"Hahaha, Friend Qin is indeed decisive! I have prepared the jade box already," Han Zhongming said.
