"Master!"
Qin Huai cried out in alarm, then hurried forward to support Taiyu Perfected One, who had just coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Are you all right?!"
Taiyu Perfected One seemed badly injured, but his temper was as vicious as ever. He shook off Qin Huai's supporting hand and braced himself against the bed with one arm. "Xie Chen, you actually dared to turn my power against me again?!"
"Sooner or later, I'll refine you into ashes..."
Shoved aside, Qin Huai barely managed to steady himself. When he looked back at the deranged Taiyu Perfected One, his expression no longer held its usual devotion.
Xie Chen had successfully turned his master's power against him more than once.
They hadn't even fought face-to-face yet,
and his master already seemed gravely injured.
If they really were tracked down,
and had to fight head-on,
would his master still be a match for him?!
Qin Huai had already watched the footage of the variety show filmed on Six Paths Mountain.
He knew how terrifyingly powerful Xie Chen was.
When he'd first returned to the United States, he'd still clung to a shred of hope that his master could suppress him,
or even eliminate him completely.
But with things as they stood now... whether the Taiyu Sect could even survive was in question!
Weighed down by his thoughts, Qin Huai left the meditation room. A disciple tried to enter, but he blocked the way. "Master is regulating his energy. Tell me what you need."
The disciple suspected nothing and saluted with clasped hands. "The prisoner..."
Before he could finish, Qin Huai grabbed his arm and hauled him outside. "Talk here. Don't disturb Master's peace."
At that, the disciple lowered his voice further. "The prisoner has agreed to hand over his bank savings."
"Really?!" Qin