Baili An tensed his face and said solemnly, "Your current condition is very strange, and it seems you cannot casually draw your sword—that's too dangerous."
Jin Sheng certainly knew it was dangerous, not only dangerous, but also costly to draw the sword.
But at this moment, he was unable to think about the so-called cost of drawing his sword.
He staggered to his feet with difficulty, even forgetting to withdraw the two swords sheathed by his waist, letting his movements tear his wounds open, the pain unable to quell the shock in his heart at the moment.
He swallowed hard, together with the icy rainwater in his mouth, and looked at Baili An as if he were looking at a monster, "What... exactly are you?"
He suddenly recalled that when this little corpse demon had saved him back then, it seemed to be like now, having sheathed his Yuanli Sword...
Back then, his senses were not very clear, and he had thought that he had managed to sheathe it at the last moment.
