Song Qingshu immediately laughed. Meng Chixing was truly frank enough to expose Temujin's condition so directly.
Sure enough, when Dugu Yifang heard that Temujin was injured, his eyes flickered. This is a splendid opportunity. If I can kill or capture Temujin alive, the powers across the entire grassland will undergo a massive reshuffle.
Temujin waved a hand, signaling that everything was to be left to Meng Chixing. Though he felt that such a minor injury was hardly a concern, it was still better to have someone else handle it than to take the field himself.
Meng Chixing slowly rode forward. Dressed in black, he was tall and imposing, as steady as a towering mountain. His skin was pale, and at first glance he resembled a divine statue carved from crystal, possessing a beauty beyond that of all living beings.
Song Qingshu had to admit that this master and disciple, Meng Chixing and Pang Ban, really did have outrageously flashy looks. Not only women—men found them handsome as well. No wonder Jin Bingyun, having been raised by Pang Ban since childhood, had unconsciously fallen in love with him.
Even though she knew he had used her as a demonic vessel, she still could not bring herself to leave him completely.
Dugu Yifang, however, noticed that Meng Chixing's eyes carried the blue of a deep lake, like two jewels wrapped in the night. When still, they seemed utterly lifeless; when they flashed, they shone more brilliantly than the brightest stars in the sky.
His heart skipped a beat. Having spent years in the Western Regions, he knew that members of the Demon Sect excelled at methods of invading an enemy's mind with spiritual power. He did not dare look into Meng Chixing's eyes again. With a roar, he raised his aura to