What kind of good person had a benevolent side this ferocious?
Before this happened, Shen Tang had still been somewhat inclined to reason things out with her benevolent side. After all, if she died, wouldn't her benevolent side be unable to exist on its own? Wouldn't they both suffer? But now she had changed her mind. She'd realized that her benevolent side might actually be able to exist independently—and that it harbored immense malice toward her. Since there was no room for negotiation, she wouldn't go chasing after it with a warm face only to get a cold shoulder. Even if it was her own self!
Not to mention, that thing had killed Zixu's avatar in front of everyone.
Without Zixu, her instant-contact go-between, Shen Tang couldn't keep tabs in real time on the branch office a thousand miles away. Even while recovering for those few hours, she remained worried about Xiahou Yu and the others. If they couldn't keep the situation under control, the fruits of her efforts on the Central Continent would be cut in half.
How much profit would that cost her?
Not just short-term profit, either, but long-term profit.
"How are Yuan Liang's injuries?"
Shen Tang had suffered a backlash, so Qi Shan naturally wasn't doing much better.
"Secretary Qi is young and vigorous. He only lost a little blood, so a few extra doses of blood-nourishing medicine should set him right. As for you, my lord..." Fang Yan paused suspiciously, then lowered his voice. "Do you know that your life force is draining away? Did something go wrong in your cultivation?"
That sort of symptom generally didn't appear in young, able-bodied martial artists.
"It didn't."
Shen Tang gave Fang Yan a look. "Don't say what shouldn't be said."
The loss of life force was probably