After exchanging pleasantries with Saintess Ah Sang, she checked Ah Jiu's pulse and then Wufu's, furrowing her brows slightly.
"What is it?"
"The Child Gu is dead," Ah Sang said, withdrawing her hand.
Wufu was taken aback and said, "Really? But I didn't feel anything!"
"Did you feel a sense of shared experience when he was in severe pain?" Ah Sang asked.
"The lady fainted when she drew blood a few days ago," Jadeite remarked.
"Precisely, as they say, mother and child are connected. The Child Gu is dead, so the Mother Gu will inevitably feel it too. It's heart-wrenching, that's the reason."
Wufu's mouth twitched and she said, "What about him? There aren't many days left in the one-month period."
"The stronghold is already preparing," Ah Sang replied. "Now it's just a matter of waiting for the Love Flower."
Wufu's expression darkened, "Our people haven't returned yet?"
