Lu Zhou stopped stroking his beard and looked at Ying Zhao who was on the verge of death. He said, "Since you came to me, I believe you've thought things through."
Ying Zhao made a gurgling noise.
Everyone looked at Conch again.
Conch said, "The first part of the noise it made was just the sound it made from enduring the pain. Following that, it said that it's willing to… muddle along with master…"
"Muddle along?" Yu Zhenghai asked, "Little junior sister, it really said that?"
'Please don't shoot the messenger. I'm only translating…' Conch remained silent.
Lu Zhou waved his hand and said, "Since you're willing to follow me, I'll save your life."
He raised his right hand, swinging his sleeve. With his palm facing downward, a blue lotus fell from his palm.
