Wuqiong Bi had never imagined that she would meet Xuanyuan Po in White Emperor City.
Although it had been several years since Xuanyuan Po had left the capital, in her view, he had assuredly not forgotten the hatred from that year, just like her.
Thus, his words and actions, while seemingly without malice, undoubtedly concealed some extremely evil motive, just like how she usually conducted herself.
Xuanyuan Po said nothing.
Wuqiong Bi spoke these words with deep loathing, as if she wanted to bite him, but her eyes showed a deep fear.
It was plain to see that she was very afraid, afraid that Xuanyuan Po would kill her or notify the demi-human experts of White Emperor City.
Xuanyuan Po did not feel any pleasure at this, only disgust and pity.
He said to Bie Yanghong, "The Deer tribe has a medicine storehouse nearby. I know the steward, so I should be able to get some medicine."
Bie Yanghong replied, "If so, I will have to trouble Little Brother."
