"You're right, Fellow Daoist... It's my own fault for not thinking things through. If I'm to die here, then it's what I deserve."
Lu Sangjiu's eyes filled with sorrow. "But... Fellow Daoist, since I was only imprisoned because I was trying to help you, could you please... send my remains back to the Seven Emotions Sect after I die? I would be eternally grateful!"
Gu Jue was taken aback for a moment. "What are you talking about, Fellow Daoist? We're only being held for half a month. How could you die?"
Lu Sangjiu suddenly broke into a fit of violent coughing, then offered a bitter smile. "...There's something you don't know, Fellow Daoist. I suffer from a strange illness. I don't have much time left... My senior brothers came on this trip just to find a cure for me."
"But now, it seems I won't live long enough for them to find the cure and save me."
As she spoke, a surge of turmoil roiled within Lu Sangjiu, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
