Su Yue turned to look at Sect Master Feng Qing. Seeing him injured and helpless, his body wrapped in a dense aura of death, her expression grew heavy.
She did not know whether Wang Gu could truly fulfill that hope, but if she refused his proposal, then Feng Qing's death would be certain and unavoidable.
The other elders all turned toward Su Yue. Only she could make the decision now that Feng Qing was unable to do so.
Su Yue took a long breath and looked at Wang Gu. "Alright. We will help you. However, we do not have a cauldron of the highest quality to assist you in refining that pill."
Wang Gu nodded. He glanced at Feng Qing before focusing his gaze back on Su Yue. "The cauldron is not important. The most important thing in pill refinement is the alchemist's ability."
"I will make several pills to increase Sect Master Feng Qing's lifespan, at least by fifty years."
"That should allow him to endure while continuing his cultivation."
