Chen Nan sighed, "Good junior sister, senior brother understands your good intentions, but Elder Ziwei is clearly someone who does what he says. Even if we beg him or kneel, what's the use? Junior sister, when that old demon arrives later, I'll hold him off for you so you can escape. After all, his target is me, he probably won't chase you. If I unfortunately die in battle, then please just put up a garment grave for me as a makeshift memorial."
Chen Nan looked sorrowful, as if he had accepted his inevitable death.
He was secretly pondering, this Ziwei Taoist seemed to be someone who does not yield to force but responds to gentleness. Moreover, earlier he deliberately let me ask, when I didn't, he threw out a few words intentionally. Yet, when I really asked, he ignored me.
