"This queen owes you one."
Queen Medusa's voice was very soft.
Wind and sand swept past the edge of the altar, lifting her bloodstained purple dress and stirring a few loose strands of hair by her shoulder. She still stood very straight, even though several patches of scales on her seven-colored snake tail had shattered, even though her face after burning her essence blood was so pale it was almost transparent. In those purple eyes, there was still not the slightest hint of bowing her head.
Xiao Fan looked at the Phoenix Blood Origin-Restoring Pill in her palm.
The pill shimmered with blue and gold. Fine phoenix patterns roamed across its surface, like cries of unwilling phoenix song that had been forcibly compressed into the pill.
He said in a low voice, "No rush."
Medusa raised her eyes.
Xiao Fan looked at her. His voice was a little calmer, yet carried a seriousness only she could understand.
"You can pay it back slowly in the future."
Medusa's purple eyes turned cold.
"You dare take advantage of this queen?"
Zi Yan came over hugging her bag of Sugar Pills and whispered, "Then can you pay back Sugar Pills first?"
Medusa fell silent for an instant.
Xiao Yi Xian stood at the side, the corners of her lips curving slightly.
Hei Qing also landed back near the altar, still clutching a handful of Cyan-Black Phoenix Feathers he had torn off Huang Xuan. His rugged face was full of satisfaction.
"Don't worry, Young Master. Later, I'll pluck the rest of that mangy bird's feathers and make you a cushion."
Zi Yan's eyes lit up.
"Can they be made into wings?"
Xiao Fan looked at her indifferently.
Zi Yan immediately corrected herself. "A cushion is fine too."
Medusa said coldly, "Dirty."
Zi Yan thought