Jiang Baishan held her right hand, firmly shaking his head:
"We are one, no need to say such things. Even our unborn child will surely be unafraid!"
The two exchanged a look, suddenly smiling, both seeing the resolve in each other's eyes.
In that case, there was nothing left but to fight to the death.
Perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope?
In just a short moment.
A dozen or so martial artists in black quietly appeared near the cabin, surrounding it completely, all of them with Gang Essence Realm cultivation, and there were several at the Primordial Core Realm.
Then an elder with a jujube-red complexion slowly descended from the sky, hovering and looking down on the two, filled with an oppressive aura; it was he who had just spoken.
"Miss Lin, it seems your judgment is not that great after all. Instead of choosing the Holy Sect's unparalleled Saint Heir, you chose this mere White Mist Realm kid, truly blind." The elder sneered.
Lin Ruhua knew why.
