She raised a hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes and slung the broken whip over her back. Though her tone remained cold, it held less hostility than before. "Fine, I'll believe you for now. But if I find out you've been lying to me, even if you flee to the core region of the Chaos Sea or the Heaven Realm, I'll drag you out and let you taste Desolate Flame Soul Refining."
"I would never lie to you!"
Wang Xian made the promise solemnly.
As Shou Yuan looked into Wang Xian's resolute eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible softness flashed through her beautiful eyes, only to be swiftly replaced by lingering anger.
She snorted coldly and pulled a palm-sized drum from a hidden pocket in her beast-hide armor with her right hand.
The drum was made from dark brown desolate beast hide, its surface covered in twisted ancient runes. Three dark golden Desolate Pearls were embedded in its drumhead—the same precious material as that used in the Scale Whip before—and they emanated an even denser Desolate Pressure.
"Even if it was the future you who took Huang Er away, this debt still falls on your head!"
Shou Yuan's voice carried a touch of petulant fury. "I can't do anything about the future you, but can't I teach the current you a lesson? You're both Wang Xian anyway. Beating you up will make me feel better!"
Wang Xian's mouth twitched slightly at her words.
He knew that Shou Yuan needed an outlet for the grievance in her heart, and he also knew he was in the wrong. He could only nod with a bitter smile. "Fine, I'll spar with you. But we'll stop at the right point. Don't actually beat me half to death—we still need to