Although Zuo Xiang had sent Black Flame a telepathic warning, she did not actually think he would heed her hint. She had been observing this new assistant of hers for some time.
From Black Flame's words and conduct, she had determined that he must have a grudge against Infinite City's players—a blood-deep hatred.
So although she had issued the warning, it was more like a provocation, spurring Black Flame into fighting Wu Jing and creating an opportunity for herself.
But then she discovered that Black Flame had actually calmed down. Though his eyes still glared at Wu Jing with hatred, he did not rashly charge forward.
"What is it?" she asked.
Black Flame stared gravely at Wu Jing and replied, "I have a feeling that if I dare rush in, I'll be beaten to death the very next second."
Your feeling is right. You really would be beaten to death, Zuo Xiang thought, but she did not say it aloud.
Zuo Xiang did not trust Black Flame. Although they all served the Chess Society, she had an exceptionally pure intuition telling her that Black Flame was different from them.
She could not trust Black Flame. She even vaguely felt that the Chess Society had changed its flavor somewhat.
Especially after the massacre of Yongle City, she had begun to doubt Falga. Yongle City had held no value at all, and the Yongle City incident was utterly out of tune with Falga's former strategic style. Because it felt so wrong, she also remained wary of Black Flame.
That was why she had treated Black Flame as cannon fodder.
Her thoughts raced as she said, "Wu Jing has now fallen into my illusion. He can only rely on instinct and intuition. Draw his attention and do your best not to let him