All worldly affairs were one great dream; how many autumn chills could a lifetime hold?
But could she still wake from this great dream?
"How ruthless. Someone laid a death trap here and lured us into it."
"Fellow Daoist, I'm the Heaven Mending Sect Saintess. Shall we fight our way out together?"
"Idiot!"
The woman froze for a moment.
The next instant, her face paled and her heart pounded with dread. The cold, indifferent man was devouring the corpses on the ground.
"Was... all of this your doing?"
"Fool!"
The man's replies were brief and blunt, never more than a single insult.
"You beast, can't you speak properly?" The woman was furious, her chest rising and falling.
Ordinarily, people either felt ashamed of their own inadequacy before her or did everything they could to show how extraordinary they were.
Yet faced with a great beauty like her, this man spat coarse insults every time he opened his mouth.
The man ignored her, not even sparing her a glance. He blasted open a passage and headed forward.
The woman hesitated for a while, then followed him.
"Get lost. Stop following me!"
"You... think too much of yourself! This road doesn't belong to you. I can go wherever I want. What business is it of yours?"
"Trash!"
The woman seethed, clenching her pearly teeth. When had she ever suffered such abuse? She wanted to beat him up and torment him mercilessly.
But she held back. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood surrounded them; starting a fight here would do her no good.
At last, after a fierce struggle, the two escaped the deadly grounds, covered in wounds, their clothes stained red with blood.
"Hey, we did go through danger together, after all. My name is Qing Yao. What's yours?"
The man