"Thank you, Master, for taking the blame for me!"
At that moment, an unbearable bitterness filled Lin Xiao's heart. Thinking of the woman before him, who had given everything for him over these years, while he, like an ungrateful wretch, had only ever wanted to escape... A wave of guilt he couldn't place washed over him!
"But… Ye Chen isn't dead yet?" It was only then that he belatedly recalled something.
"Neither alive nor dead, merely a shell. I fear he'll struggle to achieve anything more. Your strike, it was truly precise and ruthless." As Xiao Hongling spoke of this, a hint of pleasure touched her red lips.
"By the way, Master," Lin Xiao began hesitantly, "the princess of the Nanzhao Kingdom said she could save Huaizhen. So, under my arrangements, we borrowed the Xuantian Ice Cellar deep within your Blessed Abode…"
