Chu Zhiyuan smiled at her.
Song Wantao said slowly, "Mr. Chu, do you really have to destroy the Evil Sect?"
Chu Zhiyuan replied, "Does Miss Song really have to stop me?"
Song Wantao said, "If the Evil Sect is destroyed, it will be very difficult for me to achieve immortality."
Even if I achieve the status of the Immortal Evil Emperor, it will be in name only.
Without the tribute from the disciples of the Evil Sect, I will lose my greatest power, and my lifespan will still be determined by heaven and earth.
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, smiling, "Then there's no other way."
"Is Mr. Chu bent on destroying the Evil Sect to carry out the heavenly path?" Song Wantao frowned.
Chu Zhiyuan patted the Heavenly Sword at his waist.
The Heavenly Sword gently unsheathed, like a stream of autumn water suspended in the void.
Yingying clear and cold, soft and bright, pure.
