Chapter 962
Gus laughed. “Haha. I definitely wouldn’t lie to you, Mr. Lawrence.”
Suddenly, Frank found Gus’ attitude toward him weird. After all, Gus should be on the Soranos’ side and therefore hostile toward Frank. After all, half the reason Zam Sorano was killed was because of Frank.
And yet, Gus was not showing any enmity toward Frank now—if anything, he was exceedingly polite, even kind, as if he were just an ordinary younger man.
“How did you sustain your injury, Mr. Zeller?” he asked nonetheless.
Gus smiled. He could tell that Frank’s question was clearly loaded and simply admitted, “I was ambushed one night, leaving my organs and meridian nexus in pieces. Thankfully, someone saved me from the ruins.”
“Someone saved you?” Frank repeated softly.
“Yes.” Gus’ gaze turned distant in recollection. “It was a young girl… a kind one. She fed me a golden pill that saved my life, even helping me improve to Ascendant rank.”
Pausing, he chuckled. “While my life and cultivation was saved, I was struck by Hundred Bane Sect’s Every Flavor Palm. Whenever I ingest a food with flavor, my organs will burn… It’s infuriating.”
“I see.” Frank nodded at Gus’ story.
It was not a particularly serious condition, and he could easily nullify the lingering effects of that technique. All Gus had to do was to take an Ichor Pill with the antidote, and his condition would be rotted out in days.
But it just so happened that his antidotes were used up.
Still, before Frank could mention that, Gus was smiling. “I have a question of my own, Mr. Lawrence. If I’m not mistaken, you’d be interested in asking why I bailed you out when Willy brought us to Laneville, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah.” Frank nodded solemnly, candid since Gus was being frank.
“I owe my life to Mystic Sky Sect,” Gus said quietly and sighed after a moment of silence while leveling a troubled look at Frank. “Like a lot of other families and factions, the Soranos sent me to South Sea and partook in the siege of Mystic Sky Sect. I believed what I was doing to be just.
“However, I found a treasure as I helped pillage the archives and was backstabbed. I was at the mercy of fate, but a girl—an apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect—saved me.”
Chuckling ironically and shaking his head, Gus explained, “At that moment, I understood that I had been lied to. Mystic Sky Sect and their apprentices were no evildoers, but individuals of valor and compassion. Heck, when I asked why she’d save me, she told me that I looked pitiful and didn’t want to see me die that tragically. How naive she was.”
Snickering, he continued, “After that, I escorted her out of the ruins of Mystic Sky Sect to one of the fishing villages in the South Sea. I would’ve liked her to stay there, but that was when she found her younger sister’s body… It was simply ironic.”
Gus sighed, shaking his head again. “The light in her eyes faded right then, and she became silent. I could see that the culprit was Zac Turnbull and told her that, and she gave me one last look before rejecting my offer to return to Morhen. We parted ways right then, and the last I heard, she fled Draconian borders to Talnam. We’ve never met since.”
A look of profound guilt showed in Gus’ eyes.
