Lu Cijian merely glanced at the thick fog around him. Despite his anxiety, he didn't show it and patiently waited for the fog to dissipate.
Seeing this, Wang San and his companions didn't ask any more questions, but kept a close eye on the scene in the fog, fearing that something might happen.
Lu Cijian frowned as he looked at the increasingly thick fog. He turned his head and saw that Wang San and the others who had been standing next to him had disappeared.
He snapped back to his senses and looked at Ling Xu on his left. Seeing that the other was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
Ling Xu simply said, "They're fine. They just got lost in the fog. They'll come back when the fog clears."
Lu Cijian then responded and asked directly, "What does the Daoist Master want to say to me?"
Ling Xu opened his eyes upon hearing this, and simply smiled, "You're quite clever."
After a moment of silence, he continued, "Are you sure you want to save that girl? Are you willing to lose your life if you do?"
Lu Cijian glanced at the thick fog around him, thought for a moment, and then said seriously, "I want to save Mianmian, even if it costs me my life."
What I want most is to grow old with Mianmian, but if it means exchanging my life for hers, I'm willing to do it.
Mianmian has people she loves here, and people who love her, but I only have her.
I want her to live happily, to live with so many people who love her.
My life originally belonged to her.
Whether in the mine or on Weizhou Island, it was Mianmian who saved him.
If it weren't for Mianmian, he might have died long ago; it was Mianmian who gave him a new life.
He would rather see Mianmian live a vibrant life than live a life devoid of joy.
Ling Xu was slightly taken aback. Although he was not surprised by the answer, he was still somewhat astonished to see the young man speaking calmly about his life and death as if it were none of his business.
Especially when he mentioned that girl, a faint smile appeared on his lips, as if he had remembered something happy. He could only shake his head helplessly.
"What if you have to trade your life for hers, and the chances of that girl surviving are still very, very small? What then?"
Lu Cijian paused, as if he was really considering the possibility, and after a while he calmly said, "We'll only know if we try."
If it's really as you say, I'm willing too.
He can bear that outcome.
It's better than doing nothing and watching Mianmian drift further and further away from him; at least he tried.
Ling Xu sighed and said nothing more.
There wasn't much he could do. If he hadn't wanted to save that girl, he wouldn't have said those words to Lu Cijian.
After all, the decision to save people wasn't his.
Well, it has to be repaid eventually.
As the mist gradually dissipated, Ling Xu continued, "Since you've already made your decision, I won't say anything more."
Fill this porcelain bottle with your blood.
As he spoke, he took out a slender porcelain bottle about the size of a palm from the small cloth bag he was carrying at his waist.
Lu Cijian didn't ask any questions. He took the dagger from his waist and cut a gash on his hand without hesitation.
Ling Xu extended the porcelain bottle and placed it under Lu Cijian's palm, slowly watching the bright red blood drip into the bottle.
After finally emerging from the fog, this was the scene that Wang San and his companions witnessed.
Wang San stared wide-eyed in horror, "Young Master, you've already lost too much blood, how can you continue to bleed you out?"
Seeing that the porcelain bottle was already full, Lu Cijian simply shook his head, "It's alright."
It's all worth it as long as it can save Mianmian.
Wang San was still extremely anxious, especially when he saw Lu Cijian's pale face. He was both worried and heartbroken.
For no apparent reason, they suddenly got lost in the thick fog, even though they had just been standing right next to the young master.
If he had been there, he would never have let the young master get hurt again.
Just then, the thick fog was finally dispelled by the sunlight, and beams of dazzling light shone through the fog onto the group.
On the edge of a cliff not far away, a flower as white as jade is slowly blooming, its clusters of white petals unfolding outwards.
From a distance, each petal seems to reflect intense light, as if it were a reflection of the sun, or as if it were something that was originally there.
If it weren't for the dazzling light, the snow lotus would probably still be hidden in the snow as before.
Wang Sanzhi exclaimed in delight, "Snow lotus! That's a Tian Shan snow lotus!"
Although it was the first time he had seen it, he felt that the dazzling thing was the Tianshan snow lotus.
Ling Xu simply nodded, took the porcelain bottle filled with Lu Cijian's blood, and walked towards the edge of the cliff.
As soon as he picked the snow lotus, he quickly soaked its roots in a porcelain bottle, his movements were extremely fast.
Wang San was stunned for a moment before hesitating and asked, "Why didn't you ask us to bleed him earlier, Taoist priest?"
The young master was already seriously injured, and he had been kneeling in the snow for too long last night and had developed a fever, so his body was already weak. Now that so much blood had been drawn, he was very worried.
Ling Xu merely glanced at him without saying a word.
Wang San's gaze swept over the snow lotus, and he suddenly felt that the snow lotus was not as dazzling as before. Even though it was still being illuminated by the sunlight, it was not as bright and constantly radiating light as it had at the beginning.
He was wondering when he heard Lu Cijian say, "Let's go. Today is the fourth day. We need to go back quickly."
Wang San quickly agreed, no longer dwelling on what had just happened, and followed Lu Cijian down the mountain.
*
Inside Xiliang City.
Seeing that the toxins in Jiang Yimian's body would spread completely after today, Lin Yan'an became restless, craning his neck and constantly looking outside.
Jiang Qingyuan paced anxiously back and forth in the room, occasionally going out to ask if anyone from outside the city had returned.
Upon receiving no answer once again, Jiang Qingyuan frowned and said, "No, I have to go and see if Ci Jian and the others have encountered any trouble on the way."
It's been seven days, and they still haven't returned.
Lin Yan'an, who was standing nearby, quickly added, "I'll go too."
It wasn't that he didn't trust Lu Cijian, but like Jiang Qingyuan, he was worried that something had happened to her.
We can't have Jiang Meimei still asleep when that guy surnamed Lu gets into trouble.
Although he didn't particularly like people with the surname Lu, they had gone through thick and thin together and were practically brothers to him, so he was naturally worried about them.
Especially after hearing Tu Wen say that Mount Dahuai was fraught with danger, he regretted not returning to the city lord's mansion earlier and going to Mount Dahuai with the man surnamed Lu.
Having more people is safer than having only five people like Mr. Lu daring to go to Dahuaishan with only five.
The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. He stood up and was about to walk outside when someone stopped him.
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