Your Apology Is Futile

There was not the slightest trace of discrepancy in her words; Long Fan took a look at her and smiled. "The only thing he said was that you were the culprit who had left those marks behind on the trail... He was probably afraid of being captured and punished by me, which was why he sold you out to save himself. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found you that fast."

Gu Xijiu tightened her grip. "Despicable!"

Long Fan had shown up to provoke her to go against Long Siye... What an execrable heart!

Long Fan thought that she was condemning Long Siye, so he chuckled. "Truly despicable!"

Her spiritual power was now at level six; meanwhile, Long Fan's was level ten. Though it was only a difference of four levels, the gap between their power was hypothetically comparable to the distance between Heaven and Earth. Gu Xijiu did not have the skills to confront him at all, so it was no surprise that she would fall into Long Fan's hands again.