The Aromatic Silk Beauty Flower did have some fucking self-awareness, because Chen Ping was indeed seriously considering how to kill her and deal with the immortal herbs in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
But after calming down, Chen Ping also understood that even if he really tore the aromatic silk beauty out by the roots, would Tang San care?
No. From the very beginning, in Tang San's eyes, the aromatic silk beauty was nothing but a foot rag, something to throw away once he was done with it.
He was merely venting his anger on the aromatic silk beauty. In truth, there was little point to it.
Watching Chen Ping stroll out of the Emperor's Cold Heaven domain, the aromatic silk beauty's blossoms trembled. She was utterly panic-stricken.
"Ch-Ch-Ch-Chen Ping."
The aromatic silk beauty could barely speak coherently. She had only lived for a little over ten thousand years, and she did not want to die yet.
Precisely because of that, even though she knew anything she did would be meaningless, as Chen Ping approached step by step, the aromatic silk beauty instantly closed up into an enormous flower bud. Then a tiny purple pistil poked out from within, looking at Chen Ping with extreme caution and a hint of pleading.
"You really put us through hell," Chen Ping said with a smile. "Now it's my turn to come back and put you through it."
"I fell for it this time because I let my guard down. But since you and Tang San failed to finish me off, you should be prepared for me to put you through the wringer, shouldn't you?"
Although Chen Ping said all this with a smile, the aromatic silk beauty could not muster even the slightest smile herself.
"I-I'll give you the Silk