Yan Xuehen cultivated the Unshakable Daoist Manual, so she didn’t care too much about worldly affairs, even in matters of life and death. She had always believed that she didn’t fear death, and of course, at present, she didn’t feel fear either.

However, she just couldn't remain as indifferent as before. She felt too many regrets. If she could do it all over one more time, there were many things she wanted to tell ‘him’ clearly.

Yun Jianyue sighed deeply. As the Devil Sect Master, there was already too much blood on her hands. She hadn’t expected that being killed by another would feel this way. Still, with this stone cold woman and Little An keeping me company, the Yellow Springs won’t be that boring, I guess.

Even so, dying together with her disciple’s man just felt a bit weird. Honglei, you can’t blame me for this later, alright…

Yu Yanluo was surprisingly calm. The fact...