"Master Dao Tong! You..." Zhen Yunzi's voice trembled as he saw Dao Tong's current condition; his lifespan probably wouldn't exceed ten more years!
Dao Tong's situation was different from that of cultivators with normal lifespans; his was due to injuries.
The worse his physical condition, the faster the Demon Seed would invade, and thus, Dao Tong's lifespan decreased more quickly.
"Hahaha, did my appearance scare you?" Dao Tong laughed heartily, not minding at all. Though his voice was aged, it was filled with boldness.
"Master, I have invited a Divine Transformation cultivator to come and treat you," Zhen Yunzi awkwardly changed the subject.
"Is it this young friend?"
Li Zhirui slightly bowed as he spoke, "Li Zhirui pays his respects to the senior."
"Sigh!" Dao Tong sighed. He knew his body best; the Demon Seed had already merged into his Dantian—beyond the help of medicine or stone. He had long since given up hope.