Lin Heng's words finally untied the knot in Jiang Jingyi's heart.
It wasn't that he was petty and refused to revive this person or that person—it was simply something he truly couldn't do.
If he could, he would even want to revive the Senior Brother Ye he had been thinking of day and night.
Sometimes, when hatred for an enemy ran deep enough, it turned into a strange and peculiar feeling.
No matter what, he had to let Senior Brother Ye see just how great and glorious the Immortal Realm was today.
Then he would let him see how happily he was having children with Master and his Senior Sisters. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Unfortunately, Senior Brother Ye and Jiang Wu had made the same mistake.
The two had long since become sacrifices in the game between epochs—one had defected to the First Epoch, while the other had been destroyed in the Third Epoch.
If Senior Brother Ye had been willing to cooperate with him instead of opposing him, perhaps he really might have had a chance to live again.
But where in this world were there so many "ifs"?
"Alright, Show-off, stop sighing. We've only reached the middle section. Keep climbing."
"Got it!"
Lin Heng picked her up again. Jiang Jingyi wrapped her arms around his neck and stared straight at him. "If we end up in different regions after reaching the Upper Realm, we need to find each other as soon as possible. Understand?"
"Of course." Lin Heng nodded heavily. "Even if you hadn't said it, I would've considered that. I don't want anything to happen to you up there, Xiao Jiang. I heard that cultivators from the lower realm become talent once they're caught in the Upper Realm, or get seized and sent off to mine. Jiang