"Dr. Chen," Zhao Shandong said impatiently, "please tell me how long my son can live. If I smash this white jade Guanyin statue, will my son's problem be solved? Will it be truly solved?"
"Smash the White Jade Guanyin, and your son will recover; his health will return."
"As for how long he can live, it depends on Wang Kang's mood, entirely on Wang Kang's mood."
"Maybe tomorrow will be the day your son dies; maybe it will be ten or twenty years from now."
"Wang Kang has grasped your son's birth characters," Chen Yu said lightly, his voice light and casual. "It's equivalent to grasping his lifeline completely in his hands."
"He could force the spirit of the tomb owner in the White Jade Guanyin to curse your son."
"He would be a vegetable, having to rely on you to keep him alive."
Hearing this, Zhao Shandong naturally understood, and a realization dawned on him.
Wang Kang's plan was too vicious—truly too vicious!