On the cloud path, White Peony said gratefully to Chun Ying, "Thank you, Sister Ying!"
Chun Ying shot her a glance. "I'm about to kill you, yet you're still thanking me?"
White Peony shook her head. "It isn't Sister Ying who wants to kill me. I'm dying to save Dongbin."
Chun Ying unconsciously slowed down. "You can save him once, but can you save him twice? The Cult Leader only promised not to kill him personally; he never said we weren't allowed to kill him. When Lu Dongbin is on the brink of death later, how will you save him then?"
White Peony smiled. "I can't concern myself with all that. Since I can save him this time, then I must save him. Besides, without the Tongtian Cult Leader personally making a move, I believe Dongbin will surely be blessed with great fortune, turning calamity into good fortune when he encounters danger."
Chun Ying sighed at this. "You truly are a seed of infatuation, much like me in that regard. But Lu Dongbin killed my husband. I must kill him to avenge my husband."
Hearing this, White Peony hurriedly tried to persuade her. "Sister Ying, why must you cling so tightly to hatred? Didn't you say before that you have a daughter? Your husband is already dead. The dead cannot be brought back to life, so why not care more for her? You have lost the one you loved, and I too am about to die for the one I love. I can understand your pain, but precisely because I understand it, I hope you can dissolve the hatred in your heart and look more upon those still alive. Your daughter has already lost her father. Must you make her lose her mother too?"
Chun Ying abruptly came to a