"You should be afraid."
Wei Sheng Xing Yu spoke coldly, stopping a thousand meters away from Qin Tianfang.
"How can you possibly still be alive after hundreds of years?" Qin Tianfang's face, like that of Zuo Qian and the others, was filled with disbelief.
Wei Sheng Xing Yu merely sneered disdainfully and continued in a cold voice, "This is fate. Everyone has their own fate. Grass and trees are destined to wither; it's just a matter of time. Dynasties are destined to be replaced, that too is a matter of time. You naturally have your own destiny."
"Did he save you?"
Qin Tianfang looked towards Wen Ping.
"Do you think you're in any position to ask questions now?" Wei Sheng Xing Yu retorted.
Qin Tianfang's expression gradually hardened, the shock and fear on his face slowly fading, replaced by a calm resignation to death.
For he knew that Wei Sheng Xing Yu would not let him live.
Talk?
There's simply no room for negotiation.
