"Oh? Worried about your master?" As though he had suddenly heard an amusing joke, the man stared at Tang Wuchen for a long moment, his gaze devoid of emotion.
"This so-called concern for your master means releasing the hostage we were going to use for the exchange? Then I truly cannot afford such concern!"
Tang Wuchen's expression gradually darkened. "This disciple doesn't understand..."
"You don't understand?" The man laughed in anger. With a sweep of his whisk, he sent Tang Wuchen flying straight into a tree a short distance behind him.
"Tang Wuchen, do you truly believe I don't know everything you've done? Tang Wuchen, my senior disciple, have you ever considered that everything you did today amounts to betraying the sect?"
"And now you claim you don't know? I don't think you lack knowledge-you lack sense!"
The whisk lifted slightly, and another streak of silver light shot toward Tang Wuchen, knocking him even farther away before he could get to his feet.
This time, he could no longer endure the pain in his chest. A thin red thread slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, followed by a sudden mouthful of blood that instantly stained the front of his robes crimson...
Only then did Su Mianmian finally learn who had saved her.
So it was Tang Wuchen? But why...
Yes, Su Mianmian did not understand why this man would defy his own master to help her. Hadn't the Medicine Gate already rotted to its very bones?
Ever since the Medicine Gate Master began colluding with demonic beasts, ever since the moment he betrayed the Azure Tide Sect.
Tang Wuchen was still trying to rise from the ground and did not see the increasingly splintered madness in his master's eyes.
Silver light flickered faintly over the whisk. Su Mianmian