Seeing Bai Ya's expression, a gleam of wisdom flashed in Qi Ling's eyes. "Lord Bai Ya, the person beside me is Su Chen, the rising genius of the Carefree Sect. He is the key figure in the Eight Years' War four years from now. If you don't believe me, you can take him as a hostage. If I leak the secret, you can kill him. At that time, the Carefree Sect will surely fail in the competition for the top position among the Seven Sects."
"Qi Ling, you—!"
Su Chen had never expected her to say such heartless words and was momentarily stunned.
"Husband and wife are like birds of the same forest, flying separately when disaster strikes. Besides, we are only somewhat familiar. I don't want to die with you in this desolate wilderness."
Qi Ling looked at Su Chen with a smile.
Su Chen's expression suddenly froze. A buzzing filled his mind as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, surrounded by a bone-chilling cold.
