Su Cheng was confused. Dong Xi continued, "I'm dead anyway. 18 years later, I'll still be a good person."
Although Dong Xi said it seriously, seeing Su Cheng's eyes, Dong Xi lowered her head again. She said, "The price of gathering souls is too high, I can't afford it."
Su Cheng smiled and looked much better. He said, "If you work hard to become someone who can help me, I might consider not needing you to compensate me."
Dong Xi was silent for a moment. What kind of person could help him? Help him heal? However, Su Cheng's injuries would recover sooner or later.
Just as Dong Xi was puzzled, Su Cheng said, "Go and refine the pills for me. Prove to me that you're useful."
Dong Xi stretched and did not reply to Su Cheng. She looked up at the moon, sat cross-legged, and closed her eyes.
"It's already very late. We'll talk about it tomorrow," said Dong Xi.
