1110 Your Apology Is Futile (1/2)

There was not the slightest trace of discrepancy in her words; Long Fan took a look at her and smiled. ”The only thing he said was that you were the culprit who had left those marks behind on the trail... He was probably afraid of being captured and punished by me, which was why he sold you out to save himself. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found you that fast.”

Gu Xijiu tightened her grip. ”Despicable!”

Long Fan had shown up to provoke her to go against Long Siye... What an execrable heart!

Long Fan thought that she was condemning Long Siye, so he chuckled. ”Truly despicable!”

Her spiritual power was now at level six; meanwhile, Long Fan's was level ten. Though it was only a difference of four levels, the gap between their power was hypothetically comparable to the distance between Heaven and Earth. Gu Xijiu did not have the skills to confront him at all, so it was no surprise that she would fall into Long Fan's hands again.

Long Fan feared that she might have some tricks up her sleeve, so he sealed her acupoints as a precaution, rendering her utterly incapable of moving. She was only capable of speaking. He then felt a sense of relief having restrained her.

He was unafraid of Long Siye escaping as he had already made some arrangements; Long Siye would fall into his trap as soon as he returned to the hills at night.

The wagon was still advancing, except that one of Long Fan's men now steered it while he sat across her.

Gu Xijiu breathed lightly. ”Are you going to bring me back to the underground palace?”

Long Fan stared at her eyes. ”Xijiu, you've killed four of my henchmen this time, all of whom were masters. You must know how hard it is for me to train a master.”

”My apologies.” Gu Xijiu pursed her lips slightly.