While Qin Liuxi and Master Chi Yuan were bickering, Si Tu and his daughter were also talking, sobbing—the father crying and the daughter trying to console him.
"Father, please don't cry, my head really hurts," Si Lengyue said after refreshing herself, her face pale, showing a bit of frailty.
Si Tu's crying stopped abruptly as he looked at her anxiously and asked, "Headache? Do you want the little Taoist to come over and take your pulse? The Qinglan Temple Master said her medical skills are excellent."
Si Lengyue's eyes softened, "If you stop crying, it won't hurt that much."
Si Tu almost cried again, "You think your dad is useless. Indeed, as a father I'm really of no great use, all I can do is cry, but Dad can't control his tears. If something happened to you, how would I live? How could I face your mother underground?"
"Father, it's just an ordinary soul departure..."
