"Terminal leukemia?"
This one sentence from Lu Heng stunned everyone present.
Every face bore an expression of disbelief.
Especially the Daoists of the Shangqing Tao.
They couldn't imagine that their fellow disciple, with whom they lived day and night, had terminal leukemia!
"Senior brother, senior brother..."
"I don't want you to die..."
Qingyue clutched Lu Heng's sleeve, pouting, with tears streaming down.
"Qing... Qingfeng, is what you're saying really... really true?"
Xuanming asked, his voice trembling.
"How would I dare to deceive you, Senior Uncle?"
Lu Heng feigned sorrow as he replied.
"Poor child!"
Xuanming's eyes were full of pity, and he couldn't help but heave a long sigh.
"Junior brother, you must be joking, right?"
"How could someone so young have leukemia?"
"And at a terminal stage too..."
Yuan Ji shook his head, chuckling softly.
"What are you talking about?"
"Why would our Junior Brother Qingfeng lie to you?"
