From then on, the three words "Blood Cold Sect" became a name that struck terror into people's hearts.
Su Qing saw the way she was trying to keep her distance from him. His eyelids drooped for a moment as he gripped her sleeve tightly, refusing to let her go.
Maybe he was using too much force, because he started coughing again.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough."
His face became even paler.
Fei Han's expression grew colder when he saw this, and he was just about to speak.
But Fei Chen beat him to it.
He wore a gentle expression as he looked at Su Ye.
"Miss Su, you saved my master's life. You should believe that our master would never harm you."
Hearing this, Su Ye felt like she'd just eaten a pile of shit.
She was supposed to believe him?
Like hell she wanted to.
What the hell was this guy? Shouldn't Fei Chen know better than her?
Just to please his master, he'd even say shameless things like that?
Right after, Fei Chen spoke in his gentle tone again,
"If master says they're not of the same path, then they're not of the same path. Perhaps, they've just come to the wrong place."
Fei Chen's voice was gentle but powerful.
Hearing him speak so steady and courteous, one would unconsciously lean toward believing him.
It made you feel he must be right.
Maybe these words would be convincing to others—
But saying them to Su Ye was useless. In fact, it only made her more wary.
Are this master and servant a duo sent to mess with her??
After Fei Chen finished, he glanced at the indifferent Fei Han.
The two exchanged looks, and with years of mutual understanding, Fei Han immediately knew what to do.
He swept his gaze around, then cupped his fists to Su Ye,
"Sorry, we've mistaken you for someone else."
Immediately, Fei Han said coldly,
"Withdraw."
As soon as his words dropped, every assassin froze at once, then vanished one after another.
Just as they had arrived noiselessly, they left just as swiftly.
Su Ye stood there, blinking. She glanced toward the main hall's entrance, then at Su Qing.
Completely confused.
"Did they really go to the wrong place?"
Su Qing said nothing, only broke out in another coughing fit.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough."
Maybe Su Ye had been feeding him medicine so much that she'd developed a reflex.
As soon as she saw him like this, she wanted to fish out more pills for him.
But just as she was about to, she paused and muttered,
"Didn't you just take your medicine? Why are you coughing again? Is it getting worse?"
She grabbed his wrist and took his pulse.
Su Qing looked at her movement, eyelids dropping, his long black eyelashes trembling lightly.
Su Jiuguo stood in the center, silently watching the group claiming to be Blood Cold Sect assassins leave.
His hands were clasped behind his back, and his face turned somewhat inscrutable.
After a long while, he muttered to himself,
"Blood Cold Sect."
He was lost in thought, and only snapped out of it to see his daughter clinging to that handsome young man.
Immediately, Su Jiuguo's face darkened again.
Don't think he didn't hear her calling him "old geezer" just now.
He clasped his hands behind his back, his face tinged with suppressed anger,
"Unless I die, no one will ever buy 'Secret Luo'! Someone, see the guests out!"
His words were firm, mixed with some displeasure toward Su Ye.
Ever since she entered the hall, her eyes had been glued to that man.
Su Qing's throat bobbed as he spoke with a soft cadence,
"Sorry for the disturbance."
Su Jiuguo gave him another couple of glances.
Just a moment ago, he'd looked set on getting the Secret Luo formula; now he was leaving just like that?
Su Qing was dressed in embroidered red with gold, sickly and coughing every few steps.
Su Ye supported him as he stood, helping him all the way to the entrance of the City Lord Mansion.
She was tempted to let go, but every time she did, the man's body swayed as if he might collapse.
Finally, after getting him to the door, she reached into her spatial bag and took out a porcelain bottle.
Then, she handed the bottle to him.
Su Qing arched his brows, his deep black eyes meeting hers.
Su Ye explained,
"This is the Secret Luo you wanted. There are more than ten pills inside, enough to last you for a while."
Su Qing didn't take it, only said,
"Something so precious—are you really willing to part with it, benefactor?"
Su Ye reached out and shoved the medicine into his hand.
Then she leaned closer, tiptoeing up, and whispered softly,
"The formula for Secret Luo is my Su Family's heirloom, and it's the foundation of our status in the Medicine-Refining world. My father would never sell it.
But, if you wait a while, once I inherit the family head position, I'll sell it to you.