But only Su Qiuzhi knew that cold sweat had soaked through her back.
The gruesome state of that corpse still haunted her. Those were no wounds left by an ordinary fight; the whole body had been blasted into a mass of mangled flesh. The person responsible stood before her, and his viciousness far exceeded anything she could have imagined!
All she could do now was keep up a show of calm and wait for an opportunity.
Gu Chengming wasn't angered by her attitude.
In fact, his attention wasn't entirely on Su Qiuzhi at that moment.
While she had been unconscious, he had used the Mortal World Art to construct an Illusion Realm and peer into fragments of her memories.
Those fragments were incomplete. The Mortal World Art had limited ability to pry into memories, especially when the other person still possessed spiritual awareness. All it could capture were surface emotions and images, but that was enough.
He had seen Su Qiuzhi's experiences in the Joyful Union Sect, the girl struggling to survive beneath Su Xiashao's halo, and her feelings toward the sect—so complicated that even she couldn't make sense of them.
Resentment and love, just like the feelings most people raised under a Chinese-style education had when discussing their families.
But that only gave Gu Chengming an even bigger headache.
If Su Qiuzhi were an enemy, things would be much simpler: he could either silence her or capture and interrogate her. The Town Night Division had plenty of ways to deal with that.
But she was an innocent, ordinary disciple who had simply been unlucky enough to witness something she shouldn't have.
He couldn't kill her, couldn't let her go, couldn't deceive her...
Gu Chengming looked at the Joyful Union Sect disciple sitting before him, tied up tight, all bark