Gu Zhiqi nodded, then raised her hand to point to the wooden cabin in the backyard, "If you want your grandfather to recover, have someone tear down that cabin."
She paused for a few seconds and added, "It would be better if you could plant some camellias."
As soon as Gu Zhiqi finished speaking, Fu Xiyan fell silent.
A few seconds later, he asked, "Is it enough to just tear down that cabin?"
Could it be that simple?
Gu Zhiqi slowly explained, "That cabin destroys the Spirit Gathering Array. Think about it, hasn't your grandfather's health been declining since that cabin was built?"
Hearing this, Fu Xi fell into deep thought.
It seems that it is indeed the case.
The wooden cabin was built ten years ago, and not long after its completion, his originally robust grandfather suddenly fell seriously ill.
This illness persisted for ten years.
Numerous renowned doctors were consulted, but to no avail.
