Bound By Fate.
"But isn't that too cruel of you, Your Majesty?" The Immortal of Medicine said, bowing. He raised his head slightly and looked at the emperor with a pleading expression in his eyes. "A flower has to cultivate so diligently to attain its human form. It can take thirty to fifty thousand years of its lifespan. How can we forfeit her efforts?" He spread his hands in a gesture of appeal, as if begging for mercy. "Isn't it too much for her to endure this alone? Your Majesty, please rethink this matter. Please."
"Changming, I'm surprised that you're showing concern for someone other than yourself." The Heavenly Emperor Ming Guan said. He leaned back in his throne and crossed his arms over his chest, a sign of indifference. He looked at the Immortal of Medicine with a cold and detached gaze, as if he was nothing but a speck of dust.