Su Jiu had thought she was certain to die, but the instant her soul was about to leave her body, it was pulled back in.
She knew Chu Luohen must have fed her a Soul-Restoring Pill.
Then her consciousness slipped involuntarily into her sea of consciousness.
She walked up to the beautiful flower and asked coolly, "Little Gift, are my injuries very serious?"
Little Gift seemed to be sulking and did not want to speak to Su Jiu.
Little Pearl, on the other hand, shouted at her in exasperation, "You have the nerve to ask someone else? You stabbed yourself-how could you not know?"
A trace of apology crossed Su Jiu's eyes. "I made you worry."
"If you know we worry, stop doing such idiotic things!"
"Did Martial Uncle get the Zijin Token?"
Little Pearl was so frustrated with her that his childish voice nearly cracked. "At a time like this, you're still worrying about someone else?"
Su Jiu smiled faintly. "Actually, the situation now is more or less what I expected. I was betting on whether the Medicine Gate Master truly wanted my life. Judging by how things stand, I clearly won."
Little Gift could hold back no longer, its petals trembling. "Su Jiu, you really are something! You're getting bolder by the day, daring to gamble with your life!!! Why don't you just soar straight into the heavens!"
Su Jiu sighed helplessly. "If I hadn't gambled, the resentment in the Medicine Gate Master's heart would never have dissipated. And we would have had no chance of obtaining the Zijin Token."
"He might resent you, but surely he doesn't resent everyone from the other sects. Couldn't you have had someone else ask for the Zijin Token?"
Su Jiu shook her head. "They wouldn't have enough bargaining chips. No other