Yi Hongchen didn't even try to escape. She was well aware of the strength of the man before her. His mysterious and unpredictable Divine Techniques left her completely in the dark.
Given her current state, attempting to flee was nothing more than a fool's dream.
After a moment of calm reflection, she steadied her mind, pulled herself together, and strained her Primordial Spirit Essence Qi to take human form, though it was extremely ethereal, as if it would dissipate with a mere gust of wind.
Furthermore, she couldn't even conjure clothing, which only served to accentuate the curves of her form.
At this moment, Yi Hongchen appeared utterly fragile and pitiful, with even her eyes reddening, "Dear brother, though we have had our squabbles, you've never truly suffered any loss from me."
"On the contrary, you have reaped plenty of benefits from me, even claiming me as your own."
"We have shared such an intimate bond; you cannot simply cast me aside now that it's convenient for you."
