122 The Rebellions

"Yes, Young Master. We should get the result soon."

Nan Luo nodded. He looked at the cloth that he used to wipe Nan Hua's blood just now as he gritted his teeth. "How many times?"

"Young Master?"

"How many times would one need to be in pain for them to be oblivious of it?" Nan Luo asked in a low tone. Even now, he still couldn't fight properly when he was in pain. Yet, Nan Hua showed nothing in her expression and not only that, she was still acting as if she could use her hand properly.

Her grip was only to cover up the blood that was oozing out to make sure the assassin didn't notice it.

He did feel pain when Nan Hua was wounded, but he didn't sense anything this time. It was a strange quirk that he sometimes experienced because he was Nan Hua's twin. But lately, he felt that the connection between him and Nan Hua was getting further and further.

Even now… he couldn't sense anything on her.