"It's me, Palace Master."
Wen Zhixing nodded, yet his face was devoid of any smile.
At that time, he had been Si Nanyan's savior. But no good deed goes unpunished, for he was then subjected to essence absorption. It persisted for seven days and nights, draining even him, with his Pure Yang Body, to death. That memory had never faded from his mind. How could he forget that feeling worse than death? He had merely wanted to save someone, yet he had endured such an ordeal.
"How on earth did you find me?" Si Nanyan was reluctant to accept this. She really wanted to know the answer.
"How did I find you?" Upon hearing this, Wen Zhixing nodded and said, "Well, you might as well die with a clear understanding."
The next moment, his large hand plunged fiercely into his own heart. He extracted his beating heart and laid it in front of Si Nanyan.
THUMP, THUMP.
