Belia's eyes filled with tears. She nodded repeatedly, her voice choked with sobs. "No more fighting… I'll never fight again, brother. As long as you can come back to life, we'll find a secluded place…"
Belia couldn't finish her sentence. The immense grief was like a powerful hand strangling her neck, making it impossible to speak and even difficult to breathe.
Struggling to lift his arm, its bone shattered, Chen Pingchuan gently stroked Belia's hair. "Don't be sad, and don't be upset. After all…"
Just then, a sharp female voice cut him off.
"After all, our Lord Spirit God can come back to life, can't he?"
Hearing Ji Hongxiu's words, Chen Pingchuan's entire body went rigid. His right arm, which he had been straining to keep up, suddenly went limp.
Belia raised her tear-streaked face, pale as a sheet of paper. Staring fiercely at Ji Hongxiu, she shouted angrily, "It's all your fault! You did this to my brother, and now you're gloating! Don't you know he's dying?"
