Sun Zhe tidied himself up, took out a clean set of casual clothes from the White Jade Ring, and put them on. Then he leisurely walked out of the stone chamber into the spacious hall.
With just one glance, he saw Fang Feijing sitting cross-legged on the ground, trembling.
Compared to a day ago, Fang Feijing appeared significantly more haggard and frail.
Sun Zhe sat down nearby, not speaking, simply quietly observing her.
Fang Feijing glanced at him, her pale lips moved slightly as if she wanted to speak but then refrained.
Seeing Sun Zhe remain silent, she too chose not to speak out of spite.
The dignified Sect Master, having to lower herself to plead with a young junior, and for that matter, asking him for that kind of favor... She really couldn't bring herself to say it.
But after a brief stalemate, she was the first to break the silence.
Because she knew that if this continued, she would truly die.
"You little bastard."
Sun Zhe raised an eyebrow, "Are you calling me?"
