Nezha took out a Life-extending Pill given by his second brother Muzha, dissolved it in water, and personally fed it into Mr. Fan's mouth.
Mr. Fan could only bitterly smile.
"Why waste an elixir on a dying man like me."
He recalled his life, not succeeding in learning the Dao in his youth and then becoming an official in Zhaoge, serving two generations of kings. Yet, he was exiled thousands of miles for his upright integrity and straightforward remonstrations. It wasn't until his old age that he had an epiphany, understanding the principle that 'everyone has their compass, and the root of all changes lies in the heart,' which allowed him to do as he pleased nowadays. He had even taken in a satisfactory disciple.
With these thoughts in mind, just as he finished speaking, Mr. Fan's body began to undergo changes.
His skinny hand suddenly gripped the armrest of the chair tightly. Nezha stood by as a protector, also watching in surprise.
The fingernails changed first.
