A bead of cold sweat dripped down Bai Xian's forehead, and a few crystal-clear drops appeared on the tip of his nose, revealing the tension within him. Meanwhile, the person opposite deliberately exuded an oppressive atmosphere, creating a chilling environment.
This sense of pressure made one's heart heavy.
Bai Xian exhaled deeply and suddenly smiled, "Bai Xian's life is but a humble one. If Zhengjun truly wishes to punish Bai Xian, Bai Xian would have no objections. However... Bai Xian believes Zhengjun is a wise person. And as a wise person, one should never do anything that harms others without benefitting oneself. What do you think, Zhengjun?"
"Oh?" Qinghe raised an eyebrow.
Bai Xian, with an air of confidence, said, "As I mentioned, I am a lowly person with a worthless life, unworthy of regret. I'm only afraid that if I were to truly die here, Zhengjun... it would be difficult to explain to others."
