"Are you willing to trust?" Ye Jiuyou said ambiguously, but the cold smile on her face finally disappeared.
Zhao Changhe locked his soul, his body still besieged by dark, deadly energy, feeling extremely uncomfortable, his face green and lips white as he endured.
Ye Jiuyou reached out and beckoned him to her side, quietly observing his discomfort for a long time, yet ultimately said nothing, simply placing her hand on him, sensing the death energy tangling with his blood and flesh, slightly changing.
Of course, Zhao Changhe did not boast; he had seriously studied the transformation between death energy and life energy, aided by the Heavenly Book's Life's page, truly skilled in this domain. However, being capable is one thing; he had never truly applied it, as the main reason for his study was to understand Ye Jiuyou's methods, to avoid instant death upon meeting.
