Chen Yan remained silent.
Boss He murmured, "I'm now in my early fifties. I'm an ordinary person without the talent for cultivation. As a mortal, I probably have only twenty or thirty years left to live; maybe a little more, but it's ultimately limited.
If my mother hides away to cultivate and heal for a few more years, wouldn't the time I have left to spend with her be even less?
I was thinking, Teacher Xiao Chen, you are a practitioner with profound cultivation skills, is there a way, um... a quicker and better method, for my mother to recover quickly and come out from her secluded meditation in the mountains?"
Saying this, he took a deep breath and continued slowly, "If it requires medicine, no matter how precious the herbs are, and... hmm, I've read some mythological stories and novels about heavenly treasures...
