Ji Nuan had not noticed the Python Priest's expression, as she was still hesitating about whether or not to use her magical ointment to treat Mang Gu's injuries.
Mang Gu's injuries were clearly internal, and without good ointment, it was very possible that there would be lasting effects.
But just because she hadn't noticed didn't mean Xiu Yan hadn't. Seeing the wavering look in the Python Priest's eyes, a shadow of darkness emerged in Xiu Yan's pupils.
He glanced down at Ji Nuan, who was still frowning and pursing her tiny face.
This little one was really good at finding herself rivals. It wasn't long since she arrived in the Nia Forest, first there was Jingluo, and now a Mang Gu.
His deep eyes narrowed, a trace of heat flashing across them. He would settle the score with her later.
Ji Nuan did not struggle for too long; after all, lives were more important than ointment.
She took a palm-sized wooden box out of her bag, her face twitching with pain at the thought.
