Mi Wen stopped her actions, her expression gradually returning to normal. Ye Shikai finally let out a sigh of relief. The two had been battling fiercely for so long that, although he appeared only slightly fatigued on the surface, in reality, he was utterly exhausted. Moreover, besides the Netherworld Blade, he had used almost all of his treasures, and the two of them just fought to a standstill. Even in modern times, few cultivators could fight him for so long. If he and Mi Wen were to fight to the death, the odds of winning would be fifty-fifty.
"Will you or will you not come back with me?" Although Mi Wen had stopped, she had no intention of letting go.
"Then what will it take for you to let me go?" Ye Shikai said coldly. "Have you ever thought about who caused today's situation?"
"If you were willing to stay by my side, how could it have come to this? How could so many people have died?" Mi Wen retorted.
"You're simply being unreasonable and trying to twist the truth."
