In a flash, neither party gave in, skirting past each other to continue forward!
"Courting death!"
Feng Lingxue's expression turned cold, and the Soul-shaking Devil Sword was about to be drawn—
"Lingxue, stop."
A commanding male voice instantly dispelled her killing intent.
Bai Feng held Xing'er's little hand as they walked over, sighing helplessly, "Lingxue, oh Lingxue."
"Do you wish for your master to remain forever with an incomplete body?"
"You clearly know, if I want to recover my lungs and remove the Golden Bed's restriction, there is no other way but to complete that bizarre ritual. Now that Princess Xianxian has willingly volunteered to assist, yet you react this way... You truly are..."
"...Such a disappointment to your master."
Bai Feng shook his head, closing his eyes in deep sorrow.
