"Just do your best."
Faced with Chen Ping'an's self-deprecating excuse, the Heavenly Luo Saintess did not expose him. She merely nodded faintly.
Her expression was calm, her bearing ethereal. All of it left Chen Ping'an at a loss.
According to his memories, the two of them clearly had the most intimate relationship, but judging from the situation before him, everything was obviously nothing more than a vain guess.
The stirrings of that night, the fragile posture beneath the veil—they had merely been bargaining chips in a scheme.
That was right. She was the Saintess of the Demon Sect, after all.
Chen Ping'an suppressed the thoughts in his heart and began planning for this trip.
From the Heavenly Luo Saintess's introduction just now, he had also clarified the goal of this trip.
Their opponent was no ordinary person, but a veteran Great Cultivator in perfect condition.
A peak Great Cultivator in the prime of his fighting years, blazing like the sun at high noon!
He had never truly come into contact with a Great Cultivator. All his judgments relied on gathered information. The actual situation was bound to differ.
Fortunately, however, his third refinement had already reached perfection. He was highly proficient in speed, and with his Bloodline Divinity, his evasion speed was even more astonishing.
Even if something went wrong, things would not fall into a completely irredeemable state.
Though this was a job where he was putting his life on the line, the overall risk was still controllable.
In truth, with the Pact of Illusory Dreams in place, he actually had no other choice.
Rather than placing his hopes in others, it was better to keep them in his own hands. That made him feel more at ease.
Besides...
With the Heavenly Luo Saintess present, she could more or