Since then, the Blood Frost Sect had become an entity that left people cowering in fear.
Be that as it may, when Su Qing saw that Su Ye was keen on distancing herself, his fingers curled around her sleeve tightly, preventing her from leaving. However, he seemed to have exerted himself too much and started coughing again, his complexion turning even paler.
Fei Han's expression turned colder at the sight, but before he could say anything, Fei Chen solemnly told Su Ye, "Miss Su, you can trust our master. He would never hurt you because you are his savior."
Su Ye, however, reacted as if someone was forcing her to jump into a fire. 'Trust him? I wish! As for whether this villain is trustworthy, wouldn't you know better than me, Fei Chen? How could you say something so shameless just to curry your master's favor?!'
Still, Fei Chen added in his usual mild tone, "If the master says that he is not with those men, then it must be so. Perhaps they took a wrong turn somewhere." His words were firm, and that combination of composure and modesty would brainwash anyone to side with him.
However, while anyone else might have taken his words at face value, it did not work on Su Ye at all. On the contrary, she became even more cautious. What, had this man brought his entire group here to dupe her?
Nonetheless, right after Fei Chen said that, he turned towards Fei Han. As they locked gazes, Fei Han instantly understood his plan thanks to the years of tacit understanding they shared. He looked around, before offering Su Ye a fist-palm salute. "Sorry, wrong person." Looking around, he coolly added, "Retreat."
The assassins who came with him all appeared dumbstruck, but nonetheless quickly disappeared.
Su Ye blankly stared at the now-empty doorway, then at Su Qing. "Are they really gone?"
Su Qing said nothing, coughing violently instead.
Su Ye reflexively wanted to give him more medicine when she saw his condition—perhaps because she had been feeding him one too many times. Just as she was about to take out another pill, she paused and muttered, "Didn't he just take one? Why is he coughing again? Is he getting worse?" With that, she grabbed his hand and took his pulse.
Su Qing's eyes followed her as she did, looking curious.
Meanwhile, Su Jiuguo stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression inscrutable. After a long while, he muttered to himself, "The Blood Frost Sect." Collecting his thoughts after pondering for quite a while, he found his daughter being all touchy-feely with that handsome man again. All his dignity was being thrown out the window again, and to top it all off, Su Qing had called him an old man just now too!
Su Jiuguo's expression turned cold. "Sell the mirrod pill? Over my dead body! Guards, see them off!" He spoke resoundingly, shooting Su Ye a displeased look. His daughter's eyes had been glued to that man ever since she entered the hall!
At the same time, Su Qing said smoothly, "Apologies for imposing."
Su Jiuguo gave him another look then. Su Qing had been behaving so confidently as if he would get the recipe for the mirrod pill, but now he was suddenly allowing himself to be shown the door? He was even coughing once every three steps, as if he was dragging a body full of afflictions.
Su Ye helped him walk all the way to the gates of the manor. She wanted to let go of him, but he looked as if he would wobble and fall if she pulled away. Eventually, having supported him to the gate, she reached into her pouch and took out a porcelain bottle, passing it to him.
Su Qing lifted a brow, locking his jet-black gaze on hers.
"It's the mirrod pill you asked for," Su Ye explained. "There's still over a dozen in there, so it should last you for a while."
Su Qing did not accept it, however, and instead said, "Are you really willing to give me something so precious, savior?"
Su Ye merely stuffed the bottle into his hands. Moving closer, she then stood on tip-toe to whisper into his ear, "The recipe for the mirrod pill is a secret passed down in my family, and it's the reason we hold authority in the field of alchemy. My father would never agree to sell it, but if you are willing to wait, I will sell it to you once I inherit his place as head of the family."