Su Jiu glanced at the physician, who met her gaze without the slightest hint of unease.
Su Jiu turned her gaze to Gu Xingzi. "Are you sure you want me to say it here?"
Gu Xingzi paused, then looked at the physician beside him.
The physician raised an eyebrow. "Is it inconvenient? If so, I'll leave you to it."
Gu Xingzi shook his head. "There's nothing inconvenient about it." Then he turned back to Su Jiu. "She's only an ordinary person. It should be fine. Besides, the people who set up the barrier wouldn't shut themselves in here too. After all, the formations here target everyone indiscriminately."
"There's one thing I don't understand."
"Go ahead."
"You're a cultivator of the Heavenly Secret Sect, after all. By rights, you should be highly proficient in the Eight Gates and Hidden Armor Art. But from what I've seen of you..."
"Live a thousand years as though every day were the same, and even you would end up like this. Besides, without spiritual qi to nourish you, your memory will deteriorate in a short time. Stay here a little longer, and perhaps you'll understand."
"And the formations here were all laid by mighty cultivators. They're simply beyond our ability to unravel."
Su Jiu studied Gu Xingzi, who was at Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection. "You haven't forgotten your divination arts, though."
"How could I forget something I use every single day so easily?"
The two conversed as though no one else were present, while the physician frowned impatiently.
"I'll leave you two to talk. I still have a few things to attend to."
The physician left.
Su Jiu's expression darkened completely.
Watching her face grow ever colder, Gu Xingzi felt a chill of apprehension. "What's wrong?"
Su Jiu looked at him. "You've lost your