The entire courtyard suddenly fell silent.
Ge Jingchun did not speak, and Mei Qianluo remained silent as well.
But unlike Ge Jingchun's calm demeanor, Mei Qianluo's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
It wasn't just because of the pain in his body, but mainly because he realized he had fallen for that person's trap.
Thinking back now, that person could have severed his arm with one strike, and only needed to make another move to take his life, but why didn't he?
Instead, he stood there talking to Gentle?
Giving him a chance to escape.
But... was that truly an opportunity?
Now his blood was weak, breath short, and his inner breath was not as strong as before; if this person was really following him, could he detect it?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt a chill in his heart.
Meanwhile, Ge Jingchun coldly glanced around, trying every means to find the fourth person here.
Suddenly, laughter erupted, soft but extremely piercing.
