Xie Shu, a mere human with no Xuan Qi — even less than an ordinary person, for his meridians had all been severed, making him virtually powerless — was certainly no match for Chuzheng.
Humiliation and rage filled Xie Shu's heart, but all he could do was let Chuzheng tend to the wound on his leg.
At first, he tensed his nerves and body.
But gradually, he noticed that Chuzheng was indeed only tending to the wound, her gaze devoid of anything else, calm and indifferent.
"But I am Jun Chuzheng."
Xie Shu heard this abrupt statement and it took him a while to realize that Chuzheng was answering his previous question.
Xie Shu's gaze moved away from Chuzheng's hands.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I am."
Xie Shu fell silent and didn't speak again, he didn't believe her.
Regardless of whether she was Chu Yingyu or Jun Chuzheng, he didn't trust her.
After Chuzheng had treated the wound, she waited for his clothes to dry before helping him put them on.