The pain in his leg and Liu Yidao's attitude made Jun Lin's mouth twitch continuously.
If this really weren't the time for internal strife, he would definitely fight this bastard to the death.
"Buzz~"
A vast amount of divine power began pouring into his leg as Jun Lin tried to heal the wound with it.
Strangely, however, he was unable to heal this simple blade wound for the time being.
"What did you do?"
Faced with Jun Lin's questioning, Liu Yidao chuckled.
"Nothing much. I just used a little trick."
"That slash just now contained not only some of my Second Master's methods, but also my First Master's blade intent."
"Crown Prince, being able to take a slash without having your leg severed—you truly live up to your reputation as the foremost prodigy of this generation."
Hearing that answer, Jun Lin's mouth twitched even more violently.
"This isn't the time for internal strife. Remove the technique at once, or how am I supposed to fight the enemy?"
"That won't do. Senior Changsheng once instructed me that I absolutely had to break your leg."
"Obviously, your actions angered Senior Changsheng. He wants you to suffer a little lesson at a crucial moment."
"If I had left you with an ordinary blade wound, with your cultivation, you would have healed in a few breaths."
"Then Senior Changsheng would be dissatisfied."
"If Senior Changsheng is dissatisfied, wouldn't my chances of getting out become smaller?"
Jun Lin: ???
Faced with Liu Yidao's answer, Jun Lin's eyes widened.
"Y-you really need to suck up to him this much?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Right now, the lives of every prodigy in the Buddha Pagoda are in the palm of his hand. If I don't kiss his ass, should I kiss yours?"
At that answer, Jun Lin's mouth