"The heart of this old myth is really dark," Lu Yuan murmured to himself, "Are you deceiving the Underground Alliance non-stop just to treat yourself?"
"And putting pressure on them by saying you'll die within a few years? Your conscience is utterly rotten."
[What deception have I carried out? Aren't these the very people I saved?] The Ancient Insect retorted angrily, [Isn't the knowledge I passed down? Didn't I provide much of the materials? Where exactly is my conscience bad?]
After giving it some thought, Lu Yuan seemed to agree: "If you can hold on for another ten thousand years, you might indeed be savable."
"Please cooperate and try your best to endure the pain. Shall I explain the specific principles of the treatment?"
The ancient voice became robust once again, as if bearing the weight of ages: [No need, since I've allowed you to treat me, I choose to trust you. Use whatever methods you deem necessary.]