At those utterly unabashed words...
Jiang Yuechu froze for a moment.
Wait...
Was this old man really shameless enough to just accept that?
She had said it was no trouble, and he really took her at her word?
Jiang Yuechu pressed her lips together, unable to keep a little regret from rising in her heart.
A venerable Unranked Immortal, a great figure renowned throughout the Nine Provinces... even if he had fallen on hard times, she had saved his life by forcibly snatching him back from the Buddhist Sect.
Shouldn't he take the opportunity to offer a few immortal arts or divine abilities, or slip her some heavenly treasures to show his gratitude?
Still...
Looking at Qin Zhisui, so frail after only just recovering from his illness, Jiang Yuechu silently sighed.
Forget it.
A little more waiting wouldn'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 cottage...
Seeing their master regain his clarity of mind and even laugh and chat with others, Chu Tiange and the rest...
Finally felt their hearts settle.
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.
From time to time, he nodded and offered a few words in response.
Before long...
The exhaustion on the old man's face became impossible to hide.
"That's enough."
Qin Zhisui raised a hand slightly, interrupting He Bi.
"I'm tired. I'd like to rest a while."
He glanced over the disciples gathered before his bed. "You should all go and rest as well. Thank you for all your efforts during this time."
Now that their master had