"Big Sister Jiang Li, how did you..."
After a long silence, Jiang Mian could not help but speak first.
No one had expected Jiang Li, as [Origin], to appear here. What was more, before any of them could react, she had forcefully slain Withering!
To Jiang Mian's senses, the presence of the Jiang Li before her was unmistakably genuine.
But the way she had appeared was simply too strange; it was hard not to be suspicious.
"Me?"
Jiang Li crossed her arms and said something that left Jiang Mian rather puzzled.
"Perhaps it was fate."
"Fate?"
"Mm. Life and death have always been two sides of the same whole, inseparable. [Origin] and [Withering] will naturally be drawn to each other as well."
Jiang Li extended one hand and lightly clenched it, condensing a mass of Death Qi within her palm.
This is?!
A flicker of astonishment passed through Jiang Mian's eyes.
Could it be... Jiang Li had mastered [Withering]?!
For a human to wield power belonging to the pinnacle of calamities—though Ye Chenyang had set a precedent, it was still utterly shocking.
"Big Sister Jiang Li."
At that moment, Ye Chenyang asked with a grave expression:
"Are you... still yourself?"
At his words, Jiang Li merely smiled and shook her head.
"Perhaps."
"What does that mean?"
Jiang Mian could clearly see a trace of bitterness in her smile.
Could all this be related to Jiang Li's previous strange condition?
"Alright, alright."
Jiang Li waved her hand. Clearly unwilling to reveal the truth, she nevertheless made a promise:
"When you reach the eighth tier, I'll tell you the truth about everything. Don't worry, I won't harm you."
"But—"
Jiang Mian truly could not sense any hostility from Jiang Li, yet she still could not put her mind at ease.
"Mian Mian."