Hearing such a matter-of-fact reply,
Jiang Yuechu froze for a moment.
Wait...
This old man really had the nerve to accept it just like that?
She said she had merely lent a hand, and he really took it as merely lending a hand?
Jiang Yuechu pressed her lips together, unable to stop a trace of regret from rising within her.
A renowned Rogue Immortal, a mighty figure whose name resounded throughout the Nine Provinces... even if he had fallen on hard times, she had saved his life by snatching him straight out of the Buddhist Gate's hands.
Shouldn't he have taken the opportunity to bring out a few immortal techniques or divine abilities, or offered some heavenly treasures to show his gratitude?
Still,
seeing Qin Zhisui looking so weak after only just recovering from his illness, Jiang Yuechu silently sighed.
Forget it.
A little more waiting won't hurt.
She shook her head, unwilling to dampen everyone's spirits at a time like this.
Instead, she folded her arms again and retreated to the corner without another word.
Inside the thatched hut,
Chu Tiange and the others saw that their master had regained his clarity of mind and could even chat and laugh like this.
At last, their hearts settled.
They gathered around the bed, each chiming in.
They recounted in detail the upheavals and worries of the past days.
Qin Zhisui leaned against the bed, listening quietly.
Now and then, he nodded and offered a word or two in response.
Before long,
the exhaustion on the old man's face became impossible to conceal.
"That will do."
Qin Zhisui raised a hand slightly, interrupting He Bi.
"I'm tired. I'd like to rest for a while."
He swept his gaze over the disciples gathered before his bed. "You should all go and rest