Blaise did not dare move. It was not as if he could outfly Haldir, he bowed his head and, in his pocket, he clenched the handle of the poisoned dagger tightly.
Seeing Basil in front of him, Shen Jiyu suddenly did not know which words he should use. He wanted to ask Feng Mian so many questions concerning his father but the person floating before him was Basil, not Feng Mian, a piece of soul not the whole.
He had so many questions but he could only get the answer when all the pieces of souls had been collected and fused.
"I wanted to say thank you for saving me." Shen Jiyu said, "If you did not carry me to the healing room, it would have been very dangerous. Thank you."
"Saved you?" There was a little confusion in Basil's hoarse voice and he lifted his bowed head to look at Shen Jiyu. His argent eyes were piercing, unlike his submissive and defeated posture. He did not hold eye contact for up to a minute before he looked away.
