Fang Che stared at Gentleman Sword with a speechless expression.
He had realized something: when faced with Gentleman Sword's torrent of spittle, flowing like a great river, he simply had no chance to get a word in.
"I'll go back and find a way to heal my wounds and cure the poison... You damn bastard... Then I'll go beat that dog-shit Dong Yunyu... Fucking idiot! Absolutely useless... I'll repay you for saving my life later... Damn it, I owe you another life-saving favor. I'm really screwed..."
Gentleman Sword staggered over, pulled his sword from the tree, and started cursing as he prepared to leave.
"Take this bottle!"
Fang Che tossed over a bottle of Starry Sky Spirit Liquid that Gentleman Sword had blown bubbles into.
"This damn thing is generous... Tossing something this precious like he's throwing shit... I'm off. Damn, these injuries really fucking hurt... It hurts like hell..."
Gentleman Sword finally disappeared.
His injuries were still severe, but he absolutely had no face left to ask Fang Che to escort him.
After all, as far as his cultivation was concerned, having no danger to his life was enough. Besides, he had brought quite a few pills with him...
Even after Gentleman Sword's figure had vanished into the blizzard for a long while, his filthy, ceaseless torrent of curses was still echoing in Fang Che's ears.
It did not fade for half a day.
"Fuck... That mouth is really damn impressive!"
After a long while, Fang Che, tainted by proximity, spat out a curse.
He immediately slapped himself hard across the face. "Fuck, I can't learn from him! I'm a true gentleman..."
Because he did not want to talk with Gentleman Sword any longer, he had not even asked how he had suffered such grievous injuries.
If he had