"You're not afraid to die?"
The Shaking Light Saintess finally spoke. Her crisp voice was like a clear spring, like a singing oriole—melodious and lovely to the ear.
Pei Shaoqing nodded and replied, "I am."
"It doesn't seem like it." The Shaking Light Saintess shook her head.
She was not usually talkative, but things were different when facing the man who had murdered Kaiyang.
And she was in no hurry to strike.
After all, even if Pei Shaoqing had consumed and refined that Spirit Pill, he would at most have crossed from being a common person into the Body Refining Realm. For her, killing him would still be as easy as crushing an insect.
Pei Shaoqing smiled. "Because I'm not going to die."
"You're very confident." The Shaking Light Saintess felt she was being underestimated. Her gaze was like a knife, her tone icy.
"The Saintess misunderstands. I am, of course, no match for you," Pei Shaoqing explained with a calm smile. "What I mean is, you won't kill me."
