"You've got the wrong man!"
Lian Youming answered hoarsely.
The White Lotus Sect Master did not dwell on the subject, but noticed the scar on his face and reached into the cloth pouch at the waist for a bottle of medicine.
"Here. For external use!"
Lian Youming's expression grew complicated.
He remembered Gu Yutong saying this person had gone missing and was badly wounded. He had meant to find time to search, but never expected to run into the Sect Master here.
Hiss!
No!
Lian Youming looked down at Gu Feiyan, then at the White Lotus Sect Master beside him. His eyes suddenly flashed, and he asked gravely, "Did you deliberately lure them here?"
Seeing that he would not take the medicine, the White Lotus Sect Master simply pulled out the stopper, dipped an index finger into the ointment, and reached over to apply it.
Lian Youming frowned deeply at the sight and was about to dodge when the White Lotus Sect Master spoke softly and unhurriedly. "Since you aren't my Brother Huzi, I'll just call you Lian..."
Lian Youming's expression shifted slightly. Powerful fighters had gathered here, and the waters ran dangerously deep. If his identity was exposed, he would surely die without a burial.
"Don't forget we're in the same predicament now."
Abandoning that former heartless manner, the White Lotus Sect Master said with a trace of feeling, "Yes! Then let's die together!"
Lian Youming's face went blank. "This is no time for jokes."
"I'm not joking!" The White Lotus Sect Master's expression was indifferent, those eyes utterly calm. As their gazes met, the pad of that index finger touched his cheek and began spreading the ointment. "Rushing back and forth, fighting across a thousand miles. Aren't you tired?"
Lian Youming's face darkened. He had no idea what