There were only seven pieces, but eight of us.
That definitely wasn't enough to go around.
Yet every one of them was important to me—friends who had lived and died alongside me, elders and juniors alike.
No matter how I divided them, I couldn't leave any of them out.
So I kept a straight face and said nothing.
I took the seven pieces and began handing them out to Uncle Yu, Tian Yong, Daoist Qingshan, Mao Jing, Pan Ling, and Zhang Yuchen.
One piece each. The Lu Family members' eyes immediately reddened with envy.
There were more than ten people in the Lu Family, yet they had only received one piece. Our group got one piece each, so naturally they felt resentful.
But Lu Changyuan was still there, keeping them in check.
Besides, Master and the others had much higher cultivation than them, so they had no say at all. They could only watch us with bitter expressions, not daring to utter a word.
Finally, when it came to Master—
I handed him the last piece.
"Master, this is yours!"
But Master didn't reach for it. He merely curled his lips into a faint smile.
"You brat, you're already getting the short end of the stick, and you're still giving one to me?"
"Master, what are you saying? How am I getting the short end of the stick? You used up quite a bit of strength this time and even took pills. This will be just right for replenishing yourself!"
I said with a smile, extending it farther toward him.
But Master still refused.
"I already said I don't want it. Keep it for yourself. With my cultivation, I don't need this at all."
I cared about Master, but didn't Master care about me too?
That was what he said