"Then…Why don't you all just leave this Kingdom? If you do that, then the next generation won't have to share the same fate of breathing this air. Then they won't catch this brown flu."
To his question, Old Ding just sighed softly and said, "That's not possible."
Hearing this response, Yi Chen couldn't help but develop a frown and was about to ask on what basis that conclusion was drawn, but before he could do that, Old Ding answered by himself.
"Yes, this brown flu indeed spreads through long-term exposure to the volcanic air that's spread all over our Kingdom. However, that's not the only way it affects us…it also gets passed on to the offspring.
It's something that was confirmed by the Violet Medicine Hall long ago, and since then we've all accepted the fact that this is what our fate is. Just the fact that they give us these yellow tablets for a menial fee is already a blessing."
Old Ding sighed with gratefulness visible in his eyes.
"This…" Yi Chen furrowed his brows.
