The next morning, Old Gu and Dizang had gathered again for a little meeting.
Li Wei, meanwhile, had called Li Cheng to her quarters.
After running things through her head all night, her reaction had finally come full circle.
Grabbing Li Cheng by his little ear, Li Wei gritted her teeth. "You're so damn powerful, with several Martial Immortals under your command!"
"And with that black blood disease before, you still made me sell myself to save you?"
"Were you laughing at me behind my back?"
"It hurts! It hurts... Li Wei, let go!" Li Cheng's little face scrunched up. "I'm telling you, it's different."
"Oh?" Li Wei released him and rubbed his reddened earlobe. "How is it different? Explain."
"If you can't explain it properly... hmph, hmph!"
Li Cheng sighed like a little adult, climbed onto Li Wei's thigh, and looked up at her pitifully. "'Old Grandpa's' revival is going against 'Heaven.' He has to survive the Three Calamities of Heaven, Earth, and Man."
"My illness is his calamity of man... and this kind of calamity can't be overcome with outside help."
Li Wei raised an eyebrow. "I don't count as outside help?"
Li Cheng rolled over and rested his head on Li Wei's leg, crossing his legs. "You don't understand what 'outside help' means."
Li Wei reached out, pinched his soft cheek, and tugged it from side to side. "Then tell me. What counts as outside help?"
Li Cheng let her pinch his little face into all sorts of shapes and explained, "Any help that doesn't fit the logic of the situation is 'outside help'!"
"Suppose Dad once did a favor for some grandmaster. Then, when I fell ill, that grandmaster came to help and treated me... That wouldn't count as outside help."
"But if a fat Daoist