His voice trembled as he whispered, stealing a glance at her. Seeing her expression remained impassive, he quickly added, "Ghost Doctor, I've never entered this secret chamber. I don't know what lies within. But if the sovereign has returned, his hiding place must be here. So... so, you see, could I... could I possibly..."
He dared not follow further. What if he failed to find the monarch inside? What if the Ghost Doctor flew into a rage and killed him? Or worse, even if the monarch was indeed there, if he followed in, he likely wouldn't survive.
Whoosh!
"Arghh!"
A sharp, icy gleam sliced through the air, followed by a piercing scream. Blood spattered as the cultivator collapsed to his knees, one arm severed and lying on the ground, the wound gushing crimson blood.
"Get out."
Feng Jiu didn't even glance at him, her voice cold and indifferent.
