Tantai Pingjing knew her life hung by a thread. The slightest mistake, and the incomparably sharp Nuo Gong Sword would pierce her skull.
She was a woman, so she knew how terrifying a woman could be when she went mad.
"Rather than asking what I did..." Tantai Pingjing said calmly, "you should ask yourself what you've done... At the very least, after all my efforts, everyone can still survive."
Behind her was silence... yet that aura of death had not weakened much. The Nuo Gong Sword still pressed against Great Immortal Tantai's head.
"You're at the end of your rope, and Lin Feng clearly can't fight right now either. How many times do you expect him to cheat death and explode with power?" Tantai Pingjing said gravely again. "Do you know why someone can repeatedly escape death? Because they're consuming their own fortune at an enormous rate... Lin Feng's fortune is practically in the negative now. If he keeps overdrawing it, even dying here immediately won't repay the debt. Do you really want to make his soul scatter completely?"
"He is Nuo Gong. How could the depth of his fortune in this world be something ordinary people can imagine?"
"Then what about those people?" Tantai Pingjing abruptly turned around. "What about all those corpses buried in the icy pits and caverns? Were they also blessed with great fortune? Weren't they Nuo Gong as well?"
"How could you know..."
Tantai Pingjing waved off Ling'er's next words and said directly, "At the very least, no matter what happens now, Hu Mei won't... at least, she can't bear to hurt Lin Feng. But if he isn't the real Nuo Gong, then that's another matter."
The Nuo Gong Sword drooped naturally, and Ling'er's face grew even paler.
As the saying went, one gathered strength