Nameless frowned slightly as he watched Gong Xiang's Bioforce Field, then let out a soft sigh.
He understood Gong Xiang's fear. Gong Xiang had asked him for help because the Scarlet Seed had twisted his mind. He had believed he was acting in its best interests, only for his actions to hasten its death.
But once the Scarlet Seed died, Gong Xiang—who should have died with it—came to his senses instead.
The trouble was, coming to his senses gave him too much to think about. Though he tried his hardest to trust Nameless, the suspicion in his heart kept pulling his thoughts toward the worst.
There was nothing wrong with any of that.
Putting himself in Gong Xiang's shoes, Nameless knew he too had moments when he feared losing what he had. He understood how Gong Xiang felt.
But Gong Xiang's Bioforce Field was getting worse, not better.
He was turning into one of those Survivors that resembled rotting flesh. Nothing about this change was visible in his body; it was entirely a change of the mind, and his Bioforce Field faithfully recorded every bit of it.
With a mind like that, he would fall under the control of his inner demons within minutes if he tried cultivating immortality, then sink into utter depravity.
Nameless stopped watching Gong Xiang and looked toward Sun Sheng instead. A smile appeared on his face. He had been right about him.
Sun Sheng was in far greater danger than Gong Xiang, yet his Bioforce Field remained entirely golden. He neither feared nor wavered. Instead, he sought every way he could to dodge the attacks and defeat the Treefolk before him.
In truth, Sun Sheng had burned through an enormous amount of stamina. Luckily, he had eaten his fill these past few days and had