"Everyone, disperse!"
"Go eat if you need to eat!"
Xuanming waved a large hand and turned to leave.
He planned to discuss Lu Heng's situation with the Sect Leader to see how to handle it.
"Qingfeng, take care of yourself and don't overthink things!"
"Junior Brother, I'll come see you tomorrow!"
"Qingfeng, don't think too much!"
"Yes, with the abilities of that Immortal, maybe they can cure your terminal illness."
"Junior Brother, be careful lately, don't let anyone with ill intentions kidnap you..."
The disciples of Shangqing Tao also waved goodbye to Lu Heng.
In the past, they might shamelessly ask for a bowl of porridge from their junior brother to taste the Immortal Rice.
But now, Lu Heng was a terminally ill patient with leukemia.
Who would dare ask a terminally ill patient for something?
No matter how thick their skin was, it couldn't be that thick!
After the disciples of Shangqing Tao dispersed, Hua Ming finally said apologetically, "Qingfeng, I'm really sorry!"
