At this moment, Leng Qiang's heart was desolate and defeated, never imagining that Lin Yuyu's life would be thus sacrificed.
Indeed, a cultivator, even if their cultivation has reached the Lord Realm, cannot survive without a soul, can they?
This, of course, is impossible.
This is a basic common knowledge that every cultivator is aware of.
Yet such an utterly important piece of common knowledge seemed to have been ignored by Lin Yuyu, as she handed over her own soul.
Lin Yuyu's actions just now were like a blood-stained blade stabbing straight at Leng Qiang, causing his entire body and mind to fracture.
As he knelt on one knee, his hands clenched tightly, a glint of hatred arose in his eyes.
The gratitude he felt toward Ye Feng before now scattered like the wind.
He gazed intently at Ye Feng and Lin Yuyu's silhouettes ahead, his heart trembling, plunging him into a state of confusion.
This was a confusion between gratitude and hatred.
