Wang Yizhi's Attitude

"Yi Zhi! Why are you here?"

The instant Jin Geng unleashed a flash of lightning, Zhang Chen teleported away, dodging the attack and wrapping an arm around Wang Yizhi's waist as he left the battlefield. As he streaked through the air, his entire right arm had turned charred black, and the smell of burnt flesh drifted through the sky.

"Jin Geng is faster than I imagined. Even with my current state of mind, even when I'm nearly at my peak, I was still injured by him. It's only because Evil Mouth Elder hasn't awakened yet, and this newly formed ghost body still can't match the Soul Stone. And Wang Yizhi's current condition..."

Zhang Chen looked at Wang Yizhi in his arms. The dark aura radiating from Yi Zhi's entire body felt both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Wang Yizhi stared at Zhang Chen with curiosity in her black eyes. Though an incomparably dangerous feeling emanated from her body, Zhang Chen could not sense any hostility from her.

Yet Wang Yizhi said nothing in response to Zhang Chen's question.

As he stared at the lover he had been separated from for three years, even white-haired Zhang Chen, who had already discarded his emotions, felt his tranquil heart stir when he looked upon the face he had once yearned for day and night. His original intention—everything he had done—had been for the woman in his arms.

Seeing the rolling thunderclouds rushing in from behind, Zhang Chen held Wang Yizhi and stepped into high-level space, traveling in reverse to the edge of this independent world, into an ancient wooden cabin deep in the forest.

Wang Yizhi entered the house and stood stiffly in the room, still watching Zhang Chen with that strange gaze. Yet the dark aura surging over and within her body