In the dream timeline, Gu Chi had not yet fallen out with Luan Xin when Luan Xin had already become his colleague, so the two naturally got along much better than they did in reality. Even when Gu Chi teased him in a flippant tone, Luan Xin did not feel offended.
He merely took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blade.
A Literary Scholar would not die immediately even after suffering a fatal wound.
The fellow student had drawn his sword to help at the first sign of trouble, only to be pressed down by the prepared Lin Feng. "Don't move unless you want to die!"
A palm struck his Dantian, temporarily sealing his literary qi meridians.
The fellow student struggled with all his might, his veins bulging. Lin Feng could only confiscate his sword. At that moment, Lin Su was barely supporting himself with both hands against the desk, while the literary qi in his body surged madly toward his heart, trying to plug the wound. Even if he died, he wanted to die knowing the truth.
"Why did the strategist kill me?"
Gu Chi had no reason to attack him at all.
Gu Chi hooked over a low stool with his foot and sat down. Scratching his forehead with his left index finger, he seemed troubled about where to begin. "You're not Lin Feng."
Lin Su sneered. "There has never been a person called Lin Feng from beginning to end."
He had entered the dream before Lin Feng was rescued. In other words, whether it was Gu Chi or Shen Tang, the "Lin Feng" they had known from beginning to end had actually been Lin Su. As someone within the dream, why would Gu Chi have any reason to kill himself?
Lin Su asked again, "When did