Facing Off

"Tell me, you let yourself get captured on purpose. What exactly were you trying to do?" The Flame Colt raced along at full speed. Gu Shenwei asked without turning around.

Han Fen sat behind him, humming a strange tune. After a while, she answered blankly, "Is the Dragon King talking to me?"

"Mm."

"Hee-hee. I just wanted to see what made that Little Girl so special that you chose her instead of the Master of the Masses."

"And what else?"

"And... I wanted to kill her and make the Master of the Masses happy."

"You didn't do it."

"How could I? You kept watching me, and it made my back go cold. Besides... she really is quite cute. I couldn't quite bring myself to do it." That occasional inability to go through with killing someone had almost gotten her expelled from Moonlight Hall back then.

Gu Shenwei suddenly reined in his horse, reached back and pulled Han Fen down, then lowered his head to meet her eyes. "Is He Nu badly hurt?"

Han Fen's eyes sparkled. "Dragon King, do you care about the Master of the Masses?"

"Tell me the truth."

For Han Fen, there were only two choices: say nothing or tell the truth. There was no third option. And she liked talking to the Dragon King. "The truth is, the Master of the Masses is close to death. That palm strike of yours hit hard. She's freezing and keeps shivering, like she's been poisoned. She took a Bone Wither Pill, but it didn't help much. Then she took two Corpse Suppressing Pills, but those didn't work either. After that, she found someone to practice Hun Shen Da Zhuan with. That helped a little. And then..."

Han Fen was about to describe the entire treatment process, but Gu Shenwei