C217 Assassination

Whorf's sword force stopped midway. The tip of the sword was still trembling. At this moment, his mind returned to clarity as he asked in a daze: "What did I do?"

"You don't remember?" Gu Letian wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked straight at Whorf, trying to see if his face was real or fake.

"Sigh … It must be that my old illness has recurred and I didn't hurt you