"You're not dead?" Luo Qian hurriedly clapped a hand over his mouth. Feng Feitian snapped, "Were you hoping I'd die?" If he thought about it, her death would have done him a great deal of good: he could have seized the chance to bring Pei Sefei to heel. But a human life was no laughing matter. He hastily smiled and said, "Of course not."
A barrier like a curtain of water fell around them, sealing off every trace of their presence. Luo Qian took out the Sacred Medicine. "Martial Aunt, please take it willingly, or I may have to be disrespectful." Remembering how he had pinched her cheeks to feed her medicine, Feng Feitian blushed. She glared at him fiercely and took the medicine.
"Hurry up and take it!" Luo Qian had a bad feeling. Sure enough, Feng Feitian held the medicine without swallowing it. "Luo Qian, answer me honestly. Just now, I sensed the same aura from you as from that person. And this medicine clearly isn't from the Immortal Realm. What's going on?" Luo Qian gave a wry smile. "Could you take the medicine first? It's a long story, and I promise I'll tell you the truth." Feng Feitian refused. "The medicine is in my hand now. Don't think you can snatch it back. I may be badly wounded, but I still have the strength to crush one pill. It can't have been easy to get. If I crush it, I wonder whether you'll have time to find another..." Luo Qian cursed himself inwardly. The medicine was not even expensive. Why had he decided to buy only one? If he had bought several, she could not have threatened him like this.
Feng Feitian was using her own life to threaten Luo Qian, and he could do nothing about