Liao Jia was, after all, a Literary Scholar, and the defining trait of Literary Scholars was their thick skin. Quick to react, he merely curved his lips into a faint smile in the face of Gongxi Chou's "mental attack." "Then should I leave?"
The three of you can pour your hearts out to one another???
Hmph. Liao Jia thought that was wishful thinking.
"You're a prisoner now. I'd advise you to know what's good for you, so you can suffer a little less." Though he knew Gongxi Chou held a special significance for his lord, Liao Jia wasn't afraid of him.
But a verbal warning of this degree clearly wasn't enough to make Gongxi Chou rein himself in. Even in such a sorry state, his eyes were still full of untamed defiance. He didn't look like a prisoner at all. And he did have the means to back it up: he only needed to recover a fraction of his martial energy, and with his strength, no one could stop him from leaving. So he naturally taunted Liao Jia in return, sneering, "Make me suffer? You think you can?"
Liao Jia nodded, then smiled.
It was a lecherous, smug, and arrogant smile.
"Yes. I think I can." He raised a hand and cast a Word Spirit to seal Gongxi Chou's Dantian. The single wisp of martial energy his opponent had just recovered immediately stagnated, his meridians becoming blocked. Under Gongxi Chou's wide-eyed stare, Liao Jia said earnestly, "Never underestimate a Literary Scholar you don't understand, especially when you're weakened. You have no idea what tricks he might have up his sleeve."
There were plenty of Word Spirits that could seal someone like this.
But the odds of successfully casting one were low.
Against a master like Gongxi Chou, it should have