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In other words—Pei Ling smiled faintly and held out his palm to Qiao Ranran.

Qiao Ranran: "Hm?"

Pei Ling's smile deepened. "Spirit Stones."

Qiao Ranran: Eep.

Qiao Ranran looked as though the weight of every grievance in the world had fallen on her, yet she handed him the Storage Bag she had just received from Venerable Qianshan. It was full of Spirit Stones. Pei Ling knew that. He even knew they might be all the Spirit Stones she owned, but she gave him every last one without hesitation.

For some inexplicable reason, it felt good.

Pei Ling's smile twisted for an instant. He seemed about to say something, but what came out was, "You're giving me all of them? Aren't you afraid I'll take the money and run?"

Qiao Ranran considered the possibility seriously before saying pitifully, "If you were going to run, you would've left me behind long ago." Instead, he had put up with her rescuing people and fussing over the Teleportation Formation. At her current cultivation level, she was nothing but a burden to him. "Besides, if the money's gone, I can earn more."

But if I lose my life, it's gone for good.

Pei Ling weighed the Storage Bag in his hand. In the end, he lowered his eyes, hiding the light in them. He knew there was something wrong with the way he felt. If he let it continue, something might happen that he could not control. Yet the moment he thought of snuffing out that possibility, he found himself reluctant to do it.

Reluctance to let go was a frightening feeling. It made people vulnerable.

Pei Ling pressed his tongue against a sharp canine. *So what if I can't let go? At worst, I'll take her into the Abyss with me. Knowing Qiao Ranran,