Jiang Tian's voice was calm.
Sikong Xuanyin suddenly looked up, her whole body seeming to freeze in place.
"There's more." Jiang Tian continued, his tone still even, neither mocking nor angry.
"Repay a drop of kindness with a gushing spring? If I'm not mistaken, you'd have been dead long ago if I hadn't been there last time."
His gaze met Sikong Xuanyin's eyes directly, without wavering.
"Did you ever thank me?"
Sikong Xuanyin parted her lips, but it was as if something had lodged in her throat. She couldn't utter a single word.
Shame, embarrassment, anger, hurt... all kinds of emotions flashed across her stunning face like scenes in a revolving lantern, until at last it turned deathly pale.
Her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes reddened, but she didn't know how to answer.
Because...
She really hadn't thanked him.
Not once.
Jiang Tian said nothing more.
He looked away from her face and turned to leave.
Just then...
"Rustle, rustle, rustle—"
A flurry of footsteps came from deep within the forest.
Jiang Tian stopped and turned his head slightly.
Two figures emerged from the bushes, one after the other, and came into view.
They wore the uniforms of Beast Taming Sect disciples, one man and one woman.
The man was tall and slender, with refined features and a hint of arrogance between his brows.
The woman was strikingly beautiful, with a cold bearing and sharp eyes.
Having already extracted these two people's entries, Jiang Tian recognized them at a glance.
The man was named Ye Zhou, and the woman was Zhong Chenxi.
The first thing Ye Zhou saw upon entering the wrecked clearing was Sikong Xuanyin lying on the ground, her clothes in tatters and her aura feeble.
His eyes flew wide, his pupils contracting.
His gaze swept quickly