"No need, no need, do you have your family's contact information? I can call them." Ning An waved his hands repeatedly and then asked.
"Don't trouble them, they're very busy and have no time." The old man waved his hand indifferently, as if he was used to it.
"But your health..."
Ning An felt a bit uneasy. Without even using the panel information, any regular person could see at a glance that the old man's physical condition was very poor, like a candle flickering in the wind.
"I appreciate your kindness, Daoist Master, but there's really no need. Even if we contacted them, they wouldn't come back."
The old man's dry lips formed a helpless, bitter smile. "Daoist Master, I'm embarrassed to ask, but could I trouble you with one thing?"
Hearing the old man's refusal, Ning An sighed helplessly, then nodded and said, "Feel free to speak, old sir."
