As Nan Xian left the altar, he could not stand it anymore as fresh blood surged from his throat. He spat it on the ground.
"This power… is too strong. Even I cannot bear it."
"Master… " Qing Zhu peeped from behind Nan Xian and asked sadly, "Are you okay?"
Nan Xian lowered his eyes and thought for a while. He smiled faintly and said, "I will be alright after I force all of these powers out again."
Qing Zhu looked confused.
Was that… true? Why did it feel that Master was not feeling well?
"Master, why did you… say those words to those two little kids just now? The princess wishes to throw you into the bed whenever she sees you. Why would she kill herself?"
Nan Xian glanced at Qing Zhu calmly. "It's because… if she knew that I had absorbed the powers for her, she would know that I'm hurt. I don't want to… let her know."
He did not want to make her feel that she owed him.
