Mu Yawen's Illusion Realm.
Just as in everyone else's Illusion Realm, the girl stepped forward and took the fatal sword strike for Mu Yawen.
Blood slowly ran from the corner of Sutier's mouth.
"Master... don't cry."
The girl struggled to smile, but the moment she said "Master," Mu Yawen's tears burst forth like a broken dam.
She opened her mouth wide, but no words came. Only hoarse cries rose from her throat.
Her hands trembling, Mu Yawen reached toward the bloodstained blade. She let its sharp edge cut into her palm as she tried to plug the wound in Sutier's chest.
Sutier knew her time was up. Tears glistened in her eyes as she slowly raised a finger and smeared her own blood across Mu Yawen's lips.
"If I'd trained hard every day and grown strong like you, Master, would I have lived?"
Zhou Yue's Illusion Realm.
"Su, Su..."
Zhou Yue fumbled through his Backpack in a panic.
Healing medicine, Spirit-Replenishing Pills, Spirit-Calming Powder...
He frantically tried to force the medicines into Sutier's mouth to save her life, but every attempt returned the same response: ineffective.
She was going to die.
When those words appeared in Zhou Yue's mind, he forgot this was an illusion. All he could do was roar in near despair.
"See... I knew it. You're bad luck."
Sutier's smile was as lovely as ever.
"I'm, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
For the first time, Zhou Yue felt so utterly lost. For the first time, he truly believed he had been born a bringer of disaster.
"I ruined your luck. It was me..."
Before he could finish, the girl pressed a slender finger to his lips.
"That's not true."
Sutier shook her head, her breathing growing weaker still.
"Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever