At Zhou Xuantong's words, worry still filled his eyes and brows. He slowly sighed and said, "Sending you to Flame Lord's Heavenly Tomb to search for the elusive Nine-Turn Life-and-Death Pill still leaves my heart in turmoil. That place is exceedingly dangerous, and the Mu Clan and Ancient Demon Sect are entrenched there. You already bear heavy responsibilities, yet you must divide your attention to seek medicine for me... If anything goes wrong because of this, then even if I died ten thousand times, I would not be able to atone for my guilt."
Jiang Bei looked at him solemnly and said, "Mansion Lord, you gave me the most important Myriad Forms Sacred Body, allowing my strength to soar. I, Jiang Bei, have engraved this kindness in my heart and have not dared forget it for a single day. Now that there is hope of saving you, how could we possibly let it slip away so easily? No matter how elusive that hope may be, we must give it a try. You have given so much to the Divine Mansion. What does it amount to for us to do this little thing for you?"
"That's right! Mansion Lord, you need not blame yourself!"
Li Hongtian spoke as well.
Zhou Xuantong looked at Jiang Bei and Li Hongtian. After a moment of silence, he finally nodded slightly. "In that case, you must be careful. If something cannot be done, do not force it. Preserving yourselves is what matters most. These old bones of mine are not worth you risking your lives for..."
"Cough, cough! Puh!"
Before his words had fully fallen, he suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit, dark-red blood continuously spilling from the corners of his mouth.
"Mansion Lord!!"
Jiang Bei's expression changed drastically. He rushed forward a step