A Total Ingrate

A Golden Core cultivator should have known his or her condition very well, and it was nearly impossible for them to get sick normally. Unless they contracted an old chronic disease or their injuries were not completely cured, only then would their sickness flare up again at some special circumstances. However, his mother had been living in such an environment that she shouldn't contract such a problem, right?

In the next moment, Tang Xiu bent over and squatted next to Su Lingyun to take her wrist. Half a minute later, his expression turned marvelous. 

Eh? What kind of rhythm is this? He blinked and slowly looked up at his mother quizzically. 

Su Lingyun was bewildered by Tang Xiu's gaze and asked with a puzzled expression, "Why are you looking at me like that, Xiu'er? Why did you check my pulse too? Is there something wrong… with my body?"