"As expected of a representative from the Sword Pavilion, you're so knowledgeable. I, on the other hand, still don't even know where I came from."
Qi Huan chuckled, his voice hoarse. He was well aware of his own mysterious origins, but Pei Yan had brought it up so bluntly, with a tone that was less than courteous.
'I can't beat Xu Yunfan, but against Pei Yan in his current condition... I'm reasonably confident.'
Qi Huan deliberately bared his broken fangs. "But Brother Pei, it seems your Profound Origin Force can no longer suppress the Jiao Poison, can it?"
The cave plunged into a dead silence.
No one spoke.
After finally stabilizing his internal injuries, Pei Yan let out a long, slow breath.
"Thank you!"
Pei Yan finally responded. He was grateful that the two hadn't taken advantage of his weakness, and for saving his life. His expression, however, was tinged with sorrow as he offered his thanks.
Hearing this, Xu Yunfan naturally understood the reason for his sorrow.
