"This is the place."
Looking at the ruins below, Ye Lin casually waved his hand. Countless clumps of soil flew up, and the entire earth surged as though it had come alive.
As the soil churned, a wretched figure was carried out and laid quietly upon the ground.
It was a woman, an incomparably beautiful woman. Yet she looked utterly miserable, her robes torn to reveal large swaths of snowy skin, her body covered in countless wounds.
Her aura was exceedingly weak, as though she might die the very next moment.
"Oh? There's still a trace of life left. Tsk, tsk, tsk—this is Heaven's favor."
Looking at the woman before him, Ye Lin raised his hand, ready to finish her off.
"Hu... husband?"
Just as Ye Lin was about to strike, the woman opened her eyes and looked at him. She slowly raised a hand and pointed at Ye Lin, mumbling hazily.
For a moment, Ye Lin's hand froze in midair, his brows knitting slightly.
"I'm not your husband. You've mistaken me for someone else."
Ye Lin spoke as streaks of golden light gathered in his hand.
With the slightest movement from Ye Lin, the woman before him would have her Primordial Spirit scattered, vanishing from heaven and earth completely.
"It... it's you, hu... husband."
The next moment, the woman actually began to struggle to her feet. Dragging her grievously injured body upright, she looked at Ye Lin.
"Husband, why won't you acknowledge me?"
"Am I, Qingyu, truly so unworthy? Can Qingyu really not compare to that demoness Mei Jiaojiao?"
The woman stared at Ye Lin and spoke word by word, tears even welling in her eyes.
"What is wrong with you, woman? If you want to beg for mercy, then beg for mercy. Why are you randomly calling someone