In the instant he coughed up blood, Master was equally shaken, with two words that had caused him a lifetime of pain flashing across his mind, "little sister."
This time, the "Acacia Red" trembled even more violently, appearing as though it would finally fall off the Wujue stone. However, lacking that last bit of strength, it swayed and returned to its original position. The fresh blood from both the Master and what Zhu Zhuqing had spat out gradually disappeared.
Master said hoarsely, "I could never let go of the burdens in my heart, so how could I qualify to claim this herb?" Turning towards the window, his despondent expression seemed to recall those heartbreaking memories once again.
