"Senior!"
A faint voice sounded. He slowly raised his head, his blue-gray eyes meeting Qingyuan Fox Venerable's amber gaze.
Suffering a little grievance was nothing. Yang Zhengshan knew when to bend and when to stand tall; he was not someone who could not endure being wronged.
But if the other party forcefully pried into his secrets, then he could only fight for his life.
The Divine Tree in front of him just so happened to give him a chance to fight for his life.
A lifespan of three thousand two hundred years, with the consumption ratio close to ten to one.
A strange glint flashed through Yang Zhengshan's eyes.
Sure enough, the Demon Race's lifespan could not be calculated by the rules of Immortal Cultivators.
This big shot before him actually had a lifespan of three thousand two hundred years, and if Yang Zhengshan wanted to erase all of her lifespan, he would have to consume more than thirty thousand years of his own.
When Qingyuan Fox Venerable lifted her eyes, her amber pupils rippled with honeyed light, the corners of her eyes slanting upward as if traced with gold, half a wash of peach-pink spreading there, as though flowing rosy clouds perched upon the tips of her lashes. Her jade-like nose was tall and graceful, its tip touched with a natural red, echoing the soft curve of her jawline, strength and softness balanced just right.
Her lips were naturally crimson, her lip bead full. When they parted slightly, half a gleaming white shell-like tooth was revealed, and her smile drifted from the corners of her mouth into the depths of her eyes—yet that smile held three parts languid ease and seven parts soul-snaring charm. Her skin was like peeled lychee, the side of her neck flushed with a pearly