"No... no..."
Zhao Fu stared blankly at the screaming Zhao Yuling.
The newborn personality doesn't know much.
He only knows who treats him well.
"No, you cannot die."
"You absolutely cannot die."
"Boom————"
True Essence erupted from his body.
"Oh? The aura of the Concentrating Realm, this person."
The Yin Spirit standing at the mountaintop narrowed its eyes slightly.
"Kill him!"
"Kill them!"
"No"
A voice appeared in his ear.
"Pick up the sword."
"Sword..."
Zhao Fu lowered his eyebrows and picked up the longsword.
At this moment, he saw himself in the sword's reflection.
A different self.
That self held the sword, left hand forming a Sword Technique, right hand raising the longsword above his head, with golden light shimmering.
He opened his eyes.
Their eyes met.
"Ding——————"
Zhao Yuling suddenly turned her head.
Only to see the simple and plain look in Zhao Fu's eyes replaced by a calmness that sees through everything.
"You... Young Master!"
"Boom——————"
