Qin Jiaming's expression was sorrowful:
"Brother, do you think a mad dog on the verge of old age would allow her caretaker to leave willingly?"
One had to say.
Qin Jiaming's words seemed quite reasonable.
After a thousand cycles of reincarnation, her powers were indeed almost depleted.
Otherwise, recent generations of Divine Sons would not have died young.
Besides.
Chen Ye was already aware that the Emotion Crossing Sect would find ways to harvest Qin Jiaming's blood essence, to claim her cultivation for their own practices.
Yet, Chen Ye was well aware of the demoness's words and knew not to trust them wholly.
For instance, when she was in Celestial Abyss earlier, her words were half-truths, all meant to achieve some purpose.
"Oh? So the Divine Son's suggestion is... you want me to help kill her?"
Chen Ye suppressed his doubts and asked following the flow,
