Jiang Ping An gave Demon Illusion Fairy a long look, a faint chill hidden in his eyes.
Even now, this woman was thinking of ways to deal with him. Once they got out, he would have to make her suffer a little.
Forget it. Staying alive matters most right now. I'll deal with that man after I get out.
Given her predicament, Demon Illusion Fairy's desire to get revenge on Jiang Ping An was no longer quite so strong.
Part of her even hoped that man would appear and rescue her.
The thought surprised even her.
That man always wore an expression that made her want to punch him, and he stole her treasures every time. Yet whenever he appeared, he helped her through a crisis.
Smack!
Demon Illusion Fairy slapped herself. The crisp sound rang out.
She cursed herself inwardly. How pathetic. I'm actually hoping that man will save me.
Jiang Ping An looked at her strangely, his brow furrowing.
What is this woman doing? Why did she slap herself?
He had no time to puzzle over her thoughts. "Quietly spread the word that the Tree Demon will grow weak," he reminded her. "If you can't pass it on without being noticed, don't say anything. If your identity is exposed, you won't live to see ten years pass."
"Understood."
Demon Illusion Fairy was no fool. She knew what exposure would mean. Rubbing her reddened cheek, she fixed her gaze ahead, desperate to survive.
She absolutely could not die before shoving her foot into that man's mouth.
Jiang Ping An said no more. He closed his eyes and began cultivating.
In ten years, the moment that decided whether they lived or died would arrive.
For a God King, ten years passed in the blink of an eye. It was such