"Cough—cough—cough!"
Suddenly, Li Taichu's mangled body quivered, he actually survived Ye Xuan's strike, continuously coughing up blood.
"You... you're not dead yet?"
Jun Wushuang's face froze, instantly arriving before Li Taichu, hurriedly helping him up, only to see Li Taichu slowly opening his eyes.
"I... I was wrong... Wushuang... I was really wrong... Master... spare... spare my life... I truly was mistaken."
Puff!
Blood overflowed from Li Taichu's mouth, his breath weak to the extreme, but it was only heavy injury, not true death.
"The master he...?" Jun Wushuang froze on the spot and then turned to understanding.
Just now, if Ye Xuan had wanted Li Taichu dead, Li Taichu wouldn't have survived, clearly Ye Xuan didn't intend to kill him, still granting him one last chance.
"Wushuang... Wushuang... I wronged the master... I... tell the master... for the mercy not to kill... Taichu... will surely repay..."
