"Just like now."
On Jiang Wenyuan's back, the severely injured Shan Bing spoke softly.
"We're not facing some master of cat's cradle, he's actually a skilled chef... Haven't you noticed? He truly achieved a perfect fusion of Evil Qi and flesh."
"...Expression?"
Jiang Wenyuan was dumbfounded, chatting at the brink of life and death, wasn't his life worth anything?
However, at that moment, Shan Bing drew his sword.
"To be honest, I'm actually not that great of a chef, at least not better than what the Emperor does. He made it perfectly, truly exquisitely. I may never reach such skill in my lifetime... However."
"However?"
Jiang Wenyuan was already preparing to untie the bandages. Right now, he even felt that more than facing the fierce monsters in front of them, perhaps Shan Bing behind him deserved a beating first.
Where did he learn this bad habit of chatting during battle? Did this cripple not realize how dangerous their situation was?
"Dangerous? Where's the danger?"
