Ling Kewei gently set her down, feeling a bit sad.
It's too cold here.
Maybe this time is the last time we'll meet.
If I had known today would come, I should have treated her better.
She's bit foolish, for someone like her it's enough to use her, why take her life? What's the point of wanting her life?
"I'm leaving."
"I'll come to see you when I can," he said.
He lied again.
She won't last long.
Besides, she's associated with the Demon Cultivator. Although I believe she's innocent, outsiders won't believe her. The power that belongs to the Demon Cultivator on her is hard to ignore.
To avoid being implicated, he cannot come anymore.
Ling Kewei turned, leaving without any hesitation, his steps never stopping.
Ah Chen said, "Actually, there's no need."
Ling Kewei's silhouette paused slightly, closed his eyes, tightened his fist, and quickened his pace.
For a moment, he blamed himself for being just a small Nascent Soul Stage.
