Li Lu crashed down on a small empty ground, raising a curtain of sand and dust. Barely a second later, a figure descended right in front of her.

Li Lu’s white veil had already fallen off, giving Pan Zhen a clear view of her enchanting face. Wicked desire intensified in Pan Zhen’s feverish eyes, “Junior sister, why do this to yourself? Didn’t I already say you won’t be able to run? Frankly, what’s wrong with dual cultivating with me? I was born with the ancient Yang Fire Physique, us becoming cultivation companions would benefit both of us.”

Li Lu’s lips moved, but instead of words, she coughed out a mouthful of blood. She did not attempt to speak again, merely glaring coldly at Pan Zhen.

Watching her response, Pan Zhen shook his head regretfully, clicking his tongue, “After so many years, you’re still the same,...