Old Master opened his eyes, looked at the person, and sighed: "Fu Ling, I am badly injured anyway, treating me like this is not very humane, right?"
Fu Ling crossed her arms and sneered: "The infamous boss White Blade, eh? It's not too much to make you and your ancestors for eighteen generations inhumane."
Old Master tugged at the corner of his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, saying: "Don't say it so harshly, you know I'm not the real master of White Blade... just a puppet on the surface."
Fu Ling's expression changed slightly, then she sneered: "Are you trying to say you're pitiful or innocent?"
"Neither," Old Master leaned against the wall and spat out another mouthful of blood: "Some roads, once started, have no return. Go, someone just took TP3, this place might become very dangerous. Leave now before it's too late."
"TP3?" Fu Ling frowned: "The potion used on that female assassin? Seems very powerful."
