"Father, you look terribly pale. What happened?"
Yang Xiao asked, worried.
"I'm fine, just a little injured and weak."
"Don't worry. Quick, take this Heaven Repairing Pill. Master Wang said it's an Ancient Pill, and it can definitely cure your Innate Disease."
Yang Zhentian just shook his head, smiling as he handed the Pill over and urged him to take it.
His eyes were full of anticipation.
"This is the Heaven Repairing Pill? This is an Ancient Pill?"
Seeing this, Yang Xiao had no choice but to take the vial.
When he opened the vial, his expression changed. He poured out a pitch-black Pill.
"Yes, that's it. Master Wang refined it himself. Quick, eat it, and you'll be able to cultivate,"
Yang Zhentian said, his voice urgent.
For years, ever since Xiao'er was declared unable to cultivate four years ago, he had been working tirelessly, pleading with Master Wang Qianhe.
Finally, six months ago, Wang Qianhe told him about a miraculous Ancient Pill: the Heaven Repairing Pill.
