Shen Xing looked at Chu Yu sternly and said, "You really cannot go.".
"Perhaps when you’ve become a Saint you can consider," remarked Fei Xue.
"No worries, lets refine the pill first," replied Chu Yu.
Shen Xing looked at the short white hair on Chu Yu’s head and said, "Brother, even if you wanted to die, this isn’t the way to do it, there’s no meaning in this.".
Fei Xue opened her eyes wide and glared at her husband, as if to tell him that he had crossed the line.
Disregarding her glare, Shen Xing continued, "One look and it’s obvious that you have some anguish in your heart, I can clearly sense your desire to die from your body.".
Fei Xue sighed and gave a worrisome look.
Even if Chu Yu were to fail in refining the pill and curing her daughter, she liked the young man.
It reminded her of her brother.
As a Saint herself, she too could clearly sense his desire to die.
She did not wish for such an outstanding young man to give up his life just like that.