Last Letter, Seven Roommates

"Your disciple has been unfilial, born overbearing, and has failed your grace as master.

"Above, the path to immortality has been cut off, leaving no way to climb the mountain and seek the Dao. Below, I lack the resolve to endure and survive. Nor do I wish to become a furnace to produce vessels, tangled in bed for the rest of my life. I have only this ruined body left, still containing the merit of a hundred days' cultivation. Precious blood lies within, not yet fully dispersed.

"Today, Min ends her own life to return it all. I only hope Master will not disdain it—use it to refine vessels and raise gu, and recover the various medicines.

"Now that your disciple's body is dead and her soul extinguished, nothing remains for me to care about. Only my elder sister remains. She is not of the immortal path; I hope Master can take her in as a menial servant and shelter her somewhat.

"Your disciple, Min, respectfully submits."

Inside Solitary Gu Hall.

The Lone Pavilion Master looked at the sheet of yellow paper covered in messy handwriting, and the expression on her face grew ever more wistful.

She had cultivated disciples for decades. Someone like Qin Min, who had developed such an overbearing temperament so quickly and then died so quickly, was truly rare. It left one not knowing what to say.

Yet as she looked at the final words on the paper, all her thoughts concerning Qin Min ultimately turned into a trace of pity.

Poof!

A tiny flame sprang from the Lone Pavilion Master's fingertip, directly burning Qin Min's last letter to ashes.

She murmured, "Since you called me Master, how could I, your master, covet your fleshly body?"

At once, the old woman rose and personally went to