Any pain fierce enough to jolt someone out of unconsciousness had to be agony beyond imagining.
With her magical power restrained, she could only endure it head-on. In the dim light, she could not even use a spell to sharpen her vision and make out the people around her. All she saw were hazy figures surrounding her.
Wu Shanshan clearly remembered who had injured her before she lost consciousness. She made several muffled sounds, angrily berating Gong Shixi, only to discover when she opened her mouth that her jaw had been dislocated. She could no longer speak properly.
Fortunately, Shi Chun was not afraid that a light here might attract anything. He now had nothing to fear; all he lacked was a wild laugh hurled at the heavens. He actually took out a pellet of sandalwood gold and shone it on Wu Shanshan's bloodied face, letting her see exactly who he was.
He plainly meant to give her a surprise. That damned woman had put him through more than enough misery along the way.
When Wu Shanshan saw the man before her, her pupils abruptly contracted. Shocked and furious, she could not understand why she had fallen into this bastard's hands. Given what had happened before, however, she could at least guess that Gong Shixi had colluded with this side.
What she could not understand was why Gong Shixi would get mixed up with this fellow. Between the fugitives and their pursuers, could he not tell which side held the greater strength?
There was only one possible answer: the two sides had been in cahoots all along.
The pain in her body made her realize what had been done to her. Someone had crippled her. Grief and fury overwhelmed her, and she unleashed a string of muffled roars at Shi