Meanwhile, not only Xia Jue but even Qi Song, who had been standing silently a short distance behind Su Jiu, showed a fleeting trace of surprise in his eyes.
"You said you saw curse script, and that this so-called Immortal Pool Spring formed because that curse script appeared?"
Only when Qi Song spoke did Xia Jue take notice of the man who had remained silent all this time.
He was the one who had worked with Su Jiu to stage that elaborate performance and break Hong Ming's Heavenly Star Rotation Technique.
The descendant of the Luoqi Divine Race whom his junior sister had mentioned in her letter was also this man before him.
To others, Qi Song and Xia Jue actually gave a very similar impression at first glance, but a closer look would reveal the clear differences between them.
Xia Jue's warmth existed only on the surface; beneath it lay deep, carefully concealed thoughts.
Qi Song's warmth, however, was a tranquility that came from his very bones. Simply being around someone like him gave one the feeling of peaceful days and quiet years. His presence was undoubtedly comfortable and reassuring, almost as though he possessed some special ability.
"Was there something wrong with that curse script?"
Qi Song shook his head. "I never saw it with my own eyes, so I can't make a judgment." He paused at this point. "May I take your pulse?"
Su Jiu held out her hand.
Before long, Qi Song withdrew his hand, his handsome brows knitting slightly. "I have a few suspicions."
Seeing the hesitation on Qi Song's face, Su Jiu gave him some reassurance. "Speak freely. Whatever it is, I can accept it."
Qi Song nodded. "I suspect you may have been cursed. There's nothing unusual about your pulse, which means its