"But activating the Demon-Subduing Sword Formation requires a formation core."
The taut string in Ning Xiang's mind snapped, leaving a buzzing in her ears. Her thoughts were in turmoil, and she had no idea how to respond.
Before Su Lang could speak, Ning Xiang grabbed his hand and bit the back of it. "You're not allowed to sacrifice yourself," she said fiercely. "If you dare, I won't marry you!"
Su Lang gazed at Ning Xiang calmly.
Time seemed to stretch on endlessly-so endlessly that Ning Xiang wished they could keep looking at each other like this forever.
But that was only her wish, after all.
Su Lang raised his hand, wanting to stroke Ning Xiang's cheek, yet afraid of being too forward.
This was the girl he cherished and adored. He had never had the heart to see her hurt or upset, but this time, it seemed he had no choice but to hurt her.
At that moment, countless tangled emotions welled up in Su Lang's heart.
He wished his junior sister cared less about him, so she would not have to grieve for him later.
Yet a secret, selfish thought arose as well: how wonderful it would be if she never forgot him.
Su Lang felt ashamed that he could harbor such a thought. He should not be so selfish. Tingchao's self-detonation had already caused her so much pain. All he wanted was for Ning Xiang to be as carefree as she had once been.
"Senior Brother, I won't let you sacrifice yourself." Ning Xiang wrapped her arms tightly around Su Lang's waist. "There must be another way," she murmured, unsure whether she was trying to convince Su Lang or herself.
Su Lang stroked Ning Xiang's head and lied to her for the first time in his life. "I