Siwangji wanted to roll her eyes. "I don't know why they are not interested in my sister, but I'm not too comfortable revealing myself."
"Even if it means regaining some of your strength?" Wang Wei asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Death Reverence — you can imagine what Dao he cultivates. I doubt he's quite nutritious."
Siwangji stared at him: "First of all, I'm not the kind of person who absorbs others for power or any other benefits. Secondly, your method of goading me to kill your enemy is quite poor. I expect more from you."
"It seems you have a higher moral standard than most of your brothers and sisters," Wang Wei smiled.
"Isn't it obvious? Although I'm the embodiment of death, more than anyone else, I know the value and preciousness of life."
