As soon as he finished speaking, someone walked in from outside the door.
It was Daoist Ruyi.
She looked at Hong Yuan, who lay on the bed, eyes filled with sorrow and a hint of helplessness.
"Chang'sheng, your teacher—how is he?"
Lu Chang'sheng was about to tell her the truth, but suddenly recalled his father asking him to keep things quiet on his deathbed, and swallowed the words back down.
He wanted to see if, by using this opportunity, he could help his teacher and Daoist Ruyi finally get over their differences and come together.
So, he shook his head.
"Medicine can't save him."
Daoist Ruyi, knowing what Lu Chang'sheng was capable of, froze right there.
"Before Teacher passed out, he kept saying there was someone he worried about, wanted me to look after her more in the future."
"He also said he feels deeply sorry to someone, but just can't bring himself to say it out loud."
Lu Chang'sheng didn't forget to patch up his lie as he went along.
