Xia Jue's face remained expressionless, but Eleventh knew that the Hall Master's mood had improved considerably after reading that Message Talisman. He simply had no idea what it said.
Eleventh was curious, certainly, but he also treasured his life. He feared death, so he did not dare stir up trouble.
Not everyone in this world valued their life as much as he did, however. Feng Qi, for example.
He had always thought their Deputy Hall Master was a genius at repeatedly hopping along the brink of courting death. Every time, he landed squarely on that line, and every time, the Hall Master tormented him until he was half dead. Yet even so, this extraordinary Deputy Hall Master never changed.
As though his life would lose much of its joy if he stopped courting death.
"Whose Message Talisman was that?" Feng Qi craned his neck, trying to see its contents.
But the moment Xia Jue caught his movement from the corner of his eye, the Message Talisman vanished from his palm.
Unwilling to give up, Feng Qi stared at Xia Jue for a while longer. "Huh? You look like you're in a good mood. Don't tell me it's from Little Junior Sister."
"What did she write? What did she write? Share it with us."
Xia Jue gave Feng Qi an indifferent glance, but to Eleventh, this was already the prelude to murder.
Perhaps it was his imagination, but Feng Qi felt a chill at the back of his neck. Eleventh glanced at him worriedly, wavering between saving him and leaving him to his fate...
"Don't be so stingy. We've been drifting at sea for so many days. If there's anything new, let us enjoy it too."
Eleventh's lips twitched. Perhaps having recognized that Feng Qi was beyond saving, he silently turned