"Even if you accidentally die, you'll still be famous on the list."
That was why Jimò Qiu wasn't worried in the slightest about Kang Shi's life or death. While alive, His Highness's merit would protect him; after death, the "Investiture of the Gods" would bind his soul. When this world reconstructed its vitality, it certainly wouldn't leave Kang Jishou behind. To be perfectly honest, the Heavenly Dao of both small and great worlds loved people like this.
Beings bearing merit were all priceless treasures.
Kang Shi froze, having forgotten there was still that option.
"But didn't Jimò Young Master also say that if we can get on the list alive, we should try not to lose our lives? If we can live, we should still try not to die." Kang Shi changed tack, cautiously studying Jimò Qiu's expression from the corner of his eye as he tried to discuss something with him. "I know Jimò Young Master is a man beyond the mortal world, unfailingly benevolent and kindhearted, and utterly loyal to our lord. Surely you wouldn't want to see our lord worry and fret, would you?"
Jimò Qiu said, "So?"
"Please, Young Master, don't tell our lord about my condition."
In another two days, Kang Shi would be seventy to eighty percent recovered.
Upon hearing this, Jimò Qiu nodded and held the bowl of Gu medicine out toward Kang Shi. "Minister Kang, rest assured. I'm not one to gossip or shoot my mouth off. I won't say anything. But your injuries are serious. You should follow the physician's orders and take your medicine properly. The sooner you recover, the sooner His Highness can rest easy."
Kang Shi lowered his eyes to the viscous Gu medicine bubbling away in the bowl. His eyebrows nearly knotted together. He had temporarily lost