Chapter 97: Two Sides 3

"It's good that you didn't come." The Grand Master put the book into his sleeve and coughed a couple more times.

"Rest well, catching a cold would affect your health."

Her eyes flickered and her lips trembled upon hearing his words, but the Grand Master added, "It would interfere with the medicine you are taking."

Shunde's lips grew stiff and the hand holding the umbrella tightened. The Grand Master did not look at her.

"Go back. And put on your shoes." Then he proceeded to cough nonstop until a mouthful of blood splattered onto the ground. He immediately channeled some power into his hand and pressed it against his chest, closing his eyes. Princess Shunde's gaze turned treacherous as she stared at him.

"Master."

The Grand Master did not respond to her. He was seriously injured. When concentrating on self healing, external disturbances were considered most devastating...

Shunde's face gradually turned cold. In the spring rain, under the red umbrella, her fingertips gathered power and she struck at the back of his neck. And sure enough, the Grand Master did not defend against her. She easily seized him and began extracting the power that she had wanted from him. His spiritual power was pure and strong, far better than her killing a hundred other demon masters.

Princess Shunde was overjoyed until she saw him slightly turn his head. She suddenly felt afraid, and in the next instant, her power began flowing out into his body. She wanted to pull loose, but her hand remained stuck to him until all the power she had absorbed in recent days was sucked clean. Then she was pushed away by a brutal force.

She staggered onto broken bricks and mud with her bare feet. They cut her skin and made her bleed, but the Grand Master did not give her even a single glance.

"Ruling, you want too much," he said. "Go back."

He saw through everything she had planned and did not care. Absolute power gave him absolute confidence… and control. Shunde looked at him in the rain, her face gradually twisting.

"Why not kill me?" she asked him.

"I just betrayed you, I wanted your life! Why aren't you killing me?!"

The Grand Master walked away. "You know why."

Because of her face. Even though it had been disfigured, he was still obsessed over healing her and restoring her. Because of this face. She touched the uneven skin on her cheek, and her sharp nails dug into her flesh.

"I don't want this face! I am not a face! Kill me! You raised me, taught me, and gave me everything, but I betrayed you! I betrayed you! Kill me! Don't spare me because of this face..."

She collapsed to the ground, covering her bloody face and crying out in pain.

"I'm not just a face, I'm more than just a face..."