To kill was one thing; to break the heart was another. Her mother had offered up her own life full of hope, only to receive an empty godhood in return.
And they would have to meet again in the Netherworld. Qian Renxue simply could not imagine how utterly Bibi Dong would collapse when that time came.
More importantly, all of this was exactly as she had said before: equal cost, equivalent exchange.
The pride in Qian Renxue's heart was completely shattered in that moment.
She lowered her proud head, dropped heavily to both knees, and silently kowtowed toward the direction the voice had come from, until blood spilled from her forehead.
Only then did she plead, "Please save my mother. For that, I am willing to pay any price."
The Voice of the Void, in an extremely disgusting, lecherous tone, asked in return, "Oh? Even if I made you, the Angel God, my slave for all eternity, would you still agree?"
Qian Renxue had long since prepared herself to give everything, even if the price was sacrificing her dignity and soul.
"I am willing to worship you for all my lives to come."
At that moment, the Voice of the Void added in an even more evil voice, "I want you to swear it in your mother's name."
Such an infuriating demand almost made Qian Renxue erupt once more, but she still forced it down. With an extremely stiff smile and a voice that seemed to bleed, she answered, "As long as you are willing to save my mother, I am willing to do anything."
As she spoke, she raised her hand in the gesture of an oath, preparing to swear in her mother's name.
"I, in my mother's name—"
"You have already heard your daughter's answer. Bibi Dong, what