Sangta's voice was very soft, partly because he was physically weak and partly because he was emotionally downcast. Such a proud and confident person was now so despondent, with a hint of pleading in his tone.
Bai Ruozhu felt a twinge of compassion in her heart, along with a bit of guilt. She hadn't really intended to ignore the situation, especially given that only a few people believed in Sangji. She hadn't expected that her brief hesitation would push Sangta to such desperation.
He had shown her kindness and loyalty; she really shouldn't have forced him to plead.
"Let's go, we must make a trip to the Barbarian Tribe, we can't just let Honglian be resurrected like this," Bai Ruozhu said.
Sangta's face lit up with a smile, one of genuine gratitude. Jiang Yichun's figure flashed, blocking his view with a displeased glare—why was this guy smiling at his wife like that? And with such an irritating grin.
Ao Song blinked nearby, "Oh, she seems to have discovered something!"
