"Chase Wind, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Zichen asked indifferently, without even opening her eyes.
"Master, my physical body has been destroyed by someone. Please, Master, stand up for me!" Chase Wind pleaded, his voice filled with despair. He knew his master well—she was a fiercely protective person. The more pitiful he made himself, the angrier she would get.
"What exactly happened?" Zhao Zichen finally opened her eyes, her gaze as bright as the stars, and fixed it on Chase Wind. She added, "Tell me the truth!"
Chase Wind had initially planned to exaggerate a bit to make his master even angrier, but under her piercing gaze, he dared not utter a single lie. He recounted the entire incident, including his arrogance, but left out the part where he had begged Ye Fei for mercy.
He knew that while his master was extremely protective, she also placed great value on the dignity of her disciples. If she found out about his humiliating plea, he would surely be annihilated on the spot.
