Someone doesn't want me to live.
Who is this person? A figure swiftly flashed through Qin Liuxi's mind, her face as calm as water.
"Is it the Saint?" She spoke the person's title without reservation, for here, no one could hear it.
A fleeting trace of fear flashed in Mu Jin's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and said, "It doesn't matter anymore."
Qin Liuxi said in a deep voice, "Are you giving up? As long as you wish, I can guarantee that whether it's poisonous insects or that slow poison, they're not problems. I'll help you live longer than him."
Mu Jin laughed, tears spilling out, and said, "The temple master is an outsider, growing up in the Taoist Sect, different from us. You probably won't understand the terror of imperial power. I believe that with your treatment, I can survive. But, temple master, if he wishes for someone to die, he wouldn't leave them alive. Even if he's about to leave, he will take some with him first."
"Why do you say that?"
