Guo Shen tossed the two Hexagram Talismans, caught them, then tossed them again, as though playing with worthless trinkets. "The Eight Formations Diagram really is a treasure. Marquis Wu Zhuge truly was a singular genius who could weave heaven and earth into his designs. A pity, though..."
He looked at Lu Changfeng, amusement in his eyes. "He entrusted them to the wrong man."
"His enchanted sword recognized you as its master. Six formations of his Eight Formations Diagram are in your hands."
A smug smile curled Guo Shen's lips. "Yet you still fell into my trap. Now I am the knife and chopping block, and you are the fish upon them. Beg me, and perhaps I'll spare your life. After all..."
His smile vanished as he looked earnestly at Lu Changfeng. "After all these years, with countless mediocrities under heaven, you're the only one of my generation who can give me a little excitement. When I said I couldn't bear to lose you, I wasn't lying..."
Lu Changfeng looked at him and suddenly sighed. "I have a few questions."
Guo Shen paused briefly, then smiled.
He knew Lu Changfeng was stalling, but it hardly mattered.
A sword strike from the Sixth Realm-even the Shennong Glazed Glass Art could not heal that in so little time. What waves could a gravely wounded early Fifth Realm cultivator possibly stir up, even if given a little longer?
He truly thought nothing of it.
"Ask away," he said leisurely.
Lu Changfeng nodded. "First question. Should I call you Zhang Mingqian or Guo Shen?"
Guo Shen raised an eyebrow.
Alarm suddenly flared in his heart. How did he know?
But his expression remained unchanged. He merely narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Lu Changfeng. "You knew it was me?"
"My nose is rather sharp,"