Above the River of Destiny, the golden lines intertwine with the crimson tides.
Two figures in green robes stand opposite each other.
"It's merely some lifespan…"
A soft laugh resounds.
Cheng Er wipes the blood from the corner of her lips and calmly says, "Since Mr. Jingxuan knows my identity, you should know that I don't care about lifespan."
Anyone who steps into this river.
Who would care about a long life?
"Indeed."
Chen Jingxuan laughs freely, "However... Miss Cheng Er, if you truly don't care about lifespan, why didn't you come closer earlier to see more clearly?"
Upon hearing this.
Cheng Er's expression turns unpleasant.
Indeed.
She doesn't care about her own lifespan.
But some things, even if consuming a long life and divine soul, would yield no result—
She had already seen Zhao Chunyang.
If… she got any closer, she would likely be directly obliterated by a strand of Sword Qi!
With those three's divine skills, it would take just a moment's thought to kill her!
