The window was half-open to the night.
The moonlight, mottled by the autumn leaves outside, snuck through the crack in the window and fell upon that stunningly beautiful face.
Gu Xiangzhu held Zhao Ci's wrist, a hint of anger in her gaze.
She had taken Zhao Ci's pulse.
The remnants of True Qi she had left in his body had already been cleared out.
'This kid is very cautious with his cultivation.'
'That's a good thing.'
And yet, his normally gentle and vigorous Imperial Extreme True Qi had become volatile and unstable.
It was a clear sign of the heavy toll that the dozen-plus draining battles today had taken on him.
'To reduce himself to this state over some Heaven-Suspended Spider Silk... It's utterly foolish!'
'I want a little puppy.'
'Not a crippled puppy!'
Zhao Ci: "..."
He didn't know how much of Gu Xiangzhu's anger was genuine emotion and how much was just a calculated tactic.
He only knew that Gu Xiangzhu was waiting for him to give an explanation.
