Chapter 32: What’s Your Relationship With This Person?

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

On the second floor of the villa, Ye Si instructed the servants to help Mo Zhixuan’s wife lie flat on the bed and then dismissed the servants.

Mo Zhixuan said with concern, “Great Master, I really have to thank you for this. I know that my wife’s fate is coming to an end. I’m afraid you will expend a lot of spiritual energy this time.”

Mrs. Mo was a few years older than Mo Zhixuan. They had no children throughout their whole lives, so they had accompanied each other for decades, supporting each other when they were in more humble circumstances.

Mo Zhixuan loved her, respected her, and treasured her but he felt guilty at having let her down.

He knew it was because he had enrolled in a mystic cult that such a gentle and kind woman could not have a child of her own.

However, she had never blamed him and had always been by his side, silently supporting and accompanying him.

To him, nothing in this world could be more important than her!

Even if Mo Zhixuan could only help her live for two more months, or even two more days, he would be very willing, not to mention two years!

Ye Si had already gotten an insight into these feelings.

She looked at Mo Zhixuan with a hint of admiration in her eyes and said, “It’s okay. You and your wife are so deeply in love that even heaven’s will can be moved. I’m no exception.”

Mo Zhixuan’s eyes became red-rimmed, and he was grateful beyond words. Ye Si said again, “You should leave too. I’m going to start the procedure.”

“Yes, Great Master.”

After Mo Zhixuan left, Ye Si closed her eyes and directed all the spiritual power in her body into her sea of consciousness. When she opened her eyes, a faint golden light flashed across her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

The next second, Ye Si stretched out her hand and a concentration of golden-hued spiritual energy that was visible to the naked eye was forcefully injected into Mrs. Mo’s body.

Mrs. Mo’s fate was ending not due to illness, but natural aging. Therefore, Ye Si could only use this method which consumed spiritual energy to restore her body so that she could live a little longer.

Half an hour later, Ye Si withdrew her hand. She had just been reborn, and there was not much spiritual energy in her body to begin with. She had already used up 70 to 80 percent of it in one go. At this moment, she did not look too well either.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead and went downstairs.

When Mo Zhixuan saw Ye Si coming down, he quickly went up to her.

Ye Si walked past the living room and saw an old photo in the photo frame on the wall.

In the photo, a young man was holding the hand of a seven or eight-year-old boy. Their smiling expressions were almost identical.

“What’s your relationship with this person?” Ye Si asked, pointing at the photo.

Mo Zhixuan looked at the person in the photo frame with respect, and a different kind of sorrow was revealed in his eyes. “This is my master. I was an orphan when I was young. It was my master who took me in and brought me up. In my heart, he is my biological father. Unfortunately, my master was unlucky and only lived to the age of 32 before he went to the Pure Land of Bliss.”

Ye Si smiled faintly. She didn’t expect that she and Mo Zhixuan would be fated to have such an affinity.

“Great Master, do you know my master?”

“Not only do I know him, but I’m also very familiar with him. He addresses me as ‘Master’.”

Mo Zhixuan fell to his knees at her feet instantly upon hearing this and kowtowed reverentially. He called out, “Grand Master!”

Ye Si pulled him to his feet. “Please get up. We’re family after all.”

This act was very eye-catching. It attracted all the servants’ attention and all of them reacted with an expression of surprise.

Even Xi Zhimo was no exception.

He took a long, hard look at Ye Si. The big shot who lived in seclusion inside the mystic cult had knelt down before her. Xi Zhimo himself didn’t even receive such good treatment.

As if he was unhappy, he extended his finger to flick the head of the ginseng in his hand.

The sleeping spiritual ginseng was suddenly woken up by the impact, and its tears began to fall.

Xi Zhimo realized that the ginseng in his hand was leaking water without reason.

He picked up one of its roots in disgust and held it upside down in the air. He said in disdain, “Aren’t you disgusting? You’re not peeing, are you?”

Ye Si walked over and happened to catch sight of this scene. She couldn’t help but laugh out loud.