Two Sides Suffer Losses
Zheng Shi'an's face was a little pale, but he smiled faintly. "Otherwise, why do you think I forced you to trade wounds with me?"
Meng Chen's expression immediately turned much more serious. He frowned as he watched the Seven-Colored Purple Gold Phoenix recover in just a few breaths, then asked in a low voice, "So that beast was pretending to be injured, too? Heh, what a grand scheme."
At his insult, Little Purple's long, slender eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp glint flashed deep within them. With its old temper, it would have flapped a wing and sent him flying far away by now.
Zheng Shi'an snorted coldly. "You can't squeeze ivory out of a dog's mouth. And you still want the Jialan Flute? Dream on!"
Meng Chen clenched his fists without answering. He looked at the deep wound across Zheng Shi'an's chest. It was deep enough to expose bone, but not truly life-threatening, thanks to the faint layer of seven-colored light protecting it.
His expression grew even darker. He hadn't expected his opponent to be so calculating—or so decisive. Zheng Shi'an had been willing to use himself as bait just to plant a Gu on him.
He knew very little about Gu sorcerers. Because of his status, however, he'd heard that a young lady from an Aristocratic Clan in Moxue Space had been afflicted with Gu sorcery. In just a few months, her temperament had changed completely.
As for what would happen to her in the future, many people had speculated, but no one knew for certain. One thing was clear, though: if they couldn't find a way to remove the Gu, she would die sooner or later.
At the thought, he shuddered and narrowed his eyes. "What kind of Gu did you put on