Su Youzhu lifted her head, her snow-like face devoid of color, pale as paper: "Do you feel it? There should be some kind of Alchemy Matrix power here; the effects of Mythical Weapons will be undone in this place."
Gu Jianlin glanced at his own right wrist. Both the Lock of Nonexistence and the Soul Comforting Bell had completely gone silent.
"Then I'll figure out a way to get you out of here."
He said resolutely without hesitation.
Unexpectedly, Su Youzhu shook her head: "It's useless. The effects of the Yin Yang Twin Jade have already been nullified. The collapse of this body of mine is irreversible. Even if I leave, it won't help."
As her words fell, she noticed the trembling in the hands of the young man holding her.
After hesitating for a second, in a voice hoarse with a feeling he couldn't even begin to describe, Gu Jianlin asked: "If this body of yours collapses... what effect will it have on your true self?"
"Are you nervous?"
"Mm."
