"The Divine Lord only gave your friend ten days. Five days have already passed, and you only have five days left to cherish. Do you have any last wishes?"
A woman's voice, sweet as a lark's, rang out in the courtyard. Shui Ling sat smiling beside the flower bed as though chatting about trivial household matters, leaving the person behind her only her beautiful, graceful back.
"Since there are still five days left, isn't it a little early to think about last wishes? Maybe there won't be any need for them at all?"
The man behind her laughed, his relaxed tone carrying a hint of irreverence. He raised the wine flask in his hand again, tipped back his head, and took a drink. With a hearty laugh, he said, "Why not talk about what we should do now instead? For example, have another drink?"
Shui Ling's beautiful eyes became unfathomably deep. A trace of sorrow and helplessness flashed across her lovely face as she softly said, "Do you really care so little about your own life? Or do you truly believe your friend will come? He won't. You don't know how powerful the Divine Lord is, but your friend certainly does. Otherwise, he would not have vanished without a trace these past days."
Lu Xiaofeng sighed. "My friend is indeed very capable, but his greatest ability is that he's solid as iron. Not only is his friendship with me solid as iron, but he himself is solid as iron—his head even more so! So even knowing that the Immortal God is very powerful, he'll still come."
Shui Ling lightly twisted her waist and turned her head. "But he has already vanished without a trace."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled, revealing two handsome dimples, and looked up. "When he vanishes without a trace,