"Cough, cough!"
Zhao Bai tried hard not to look at Ji Lin. He had probably figured out why Ji Lin was so charming.
This Ji Lin was an illusion, a dream condensed from the Lianshan Clan's most beautiful fantasies—the legendary perfect woman.
So the Lianshan Clan was into little girls too?
Why had he said "too"?
Zhao Bai found it very strange. He turned back to glance at the Lianshan Clan. The red-haired man was smiling foolishly, unaware of the tragic future awaiting him. To Zhao Bai, it was history that had already happened, but to Lianshan, it was a future that had yet to be decided.
A surge of heroic spirit suddenly rose within him.
Zhao Bai grabbed the Lianshan Clan's hand and gave it several vigorous shakes.
"You have an absolutely wonderful wife."
"...Mm, thank you for the compliment."
The Lianshan Clan fell silent for a moment and thanked him instinctively. But afterward, the more he thought about it, the more something felt off. That sudden expression of gratitude was just too strange.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the Lianshan Clan and Ji Lin began arguing right in front of Zhao Bai.
"We can think of other ways. Sealing Chiyou with the Xuanyuan Sword isn't our only option. There's no need to stake your life on this."
"Are there any other ways?"
"If only I could learn how to use the Xuanyuan Sword sooner..."
Ji Lin's delicate brows gradually furrowed. She said angrily, "What do you mean? If one of us must face death, do you think my pain and sorrow would be any less than yours?"
"If I die, then I won't have to see your sad, heartbroken face. That's good enough."
"..."
Zhao Bai shook his head. This conversation was a little too mushy. He