"Alright! Be careful on your way out. You must take care of your health and not overwork yourself!"
Ye Qingchen's heart ached with reluctance, and his nose stung with emotion.
They had only had a brief, hurried meeting, and now it was already time to part.
After treating his father's injuries, Ye Qingchen seized a moment when no one was watching to secretly press some Spirit Pills into his father, Ye Changqing's, hands.
Although Ye Changqing was puzzled as to why this Alchemist was being so kind to him, he understood how precious the Spirit Pills were. If he wanted to live long enough to see his son again, he had to accept these Spirit Pills.
It has been ten years. My Chen'er must be about the same age as this young man now. I wonder how he has fared these past ten years...
Ye Changqing gave Ye Qingchen a discreet nod and a grateful smile. After accepting the Spirit Pills and thanking him, he got up to leave.
