“Concubine Yunxia, do it.”
Jiang Fan lowered his head, smiling bitterly.
Concubine Yunxia watched as the Sky Demon Emperor left.
Tears were already welling up in her eyes.
“Jiang Fan! I’ll take you away!” She supported him.
Jiang Fan waved his hand, sighing deeply, “No need, my cultivation is gone.”
“It doesn’t matter where we go now.”
Concubine Yunxia felt as if needles pierced her heart.
Without his cultivation, Jiang Fan had lost even the will to live.
A heart like dead ashes!
“You’re a cripple, I’ll take care of you for a lifetime.”
“We’ll find a paradise, live as ordinary people, grow old together, turn gray together.”
Concubine Yunxia knelt before him, pleading with tears:
“I don’t care about anything, as long as you’re alive.”
“I beg you, Jiang Fan.”
“I beg you to carry on, don’t die.”
“Don’t be foolish.”
Jiang Fan’s voice turned hoarse.
His eyes also grew moist.
He was moved by this foolish woman.
“If you take me away, what about your clan?”
“The Sky Demon Emperor will kill them all in revenge for you.”
He chuckled lightly.
Took out a horn, and a horsetail whisk.
“Heaven still treats me well.”
“Gave me the chance to personally give you a gift.”
Concubine Yunxia looked down.
It was the Sky Demon Relic and the Serenity Duster.
One could cleanse the Evil Qi within her, allowing her cultivation to proceed without hindrance.
The other was an opportunity to once more reach the Nascent Soul.
Either one could have made her happy for a long, long time in the past.
But now, not a trace of joy was in her heart.
Only sorrow.
“But I don’t want you dead…”
Tears rolled down from Concubine Yunxia’s eyes.
Jiang Fan gently caressed her cheek with his finger, saying:
“Don’t hold onto false hope.”
“Even if I wanted to leave.”
“Could I escape the Sky Demon Emperor’s pursuit?”
“It would be futile, dragging you and your clan into this mess.”
“Kill me, in exchange for the demon emperor’s trust.”
“Afterward, find a safe place and quietly aim for the Demon Emperor Realm.”
“In that way, my death would be worth it.”
He took out the Purple Sword.
Gazing at the familiar Purple Sword, a hint of reluctance and nostalgia flashed in his eyes.
“This sword, I obtained it at the beginning of my cultivation.”
“Today, I end with this sword.”
He placed the Purple Sword into Concubine Yunxia’s hand:
“Use this sword to kill me.”
“No, no…” Concubine Yunxia shook her head repeatedly, tears streaming down: