The already lifeless atmosphere was pushed to its extreme suppression as Ye Xiaoying's words fell.
Tense, taut.
It's not that they weren't accustomed to life and death, but rather an instinctive kind of emotional stirring.
Such a peerless beauty, possessing incredibly high strength, yet she was willing to sacrifice everything for this one man, so decisively.
Why?
For what reason?
What virtue or capability does this man have?
Knowing full well that, in such a situation, even an Immortal would find it difficult to save this gravely injured man, why does she insist on doing so, what difference is it from accompanying him in death?
Is she a fool?!
Even Zhan Ying was taken aback for a moment upon hearing these words.
Coming to his senses, the gloom on his face born from the sudden death of his subordinate gradually faded, replaced by a cold sneer: "Woman, you are not my opponent."
Ye Xiaoying's face was expressionless: "So what?"
