Negotiation

"The rate of my recovery has significantly deteriorated. I will not be able to restore my spiritual power to its original level, even with a year of practice."

Di Fuyi suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. This sudden action stunned Gu Xijiu, who screamed. She was trying to break free from his grip, but her strength was weaker than a kitten to him right now.

Upon realizing that she was indeed weaker, Di Fuyi placed a finger on her vein and transferred some spiritual energy into her body. The process seemed to hurt Gu Xijiu's veins somewhat. She bit her lips and asked gently, "What are you doing?"

Clearly, she was not at ease. Was the man angry with her? Was this his way of killing her?

Di Fuyi looked at her little pale face and asked, "What are you afraid of? Are afraid that I will kill you?"

Gu Xijiu bit her lips and did not speak. Nevertheless, one could easily tell from her eyes that she was fully alert.