At the very last moment, though she didn't see clearly what lay deep inside, merely catching a blurred glimpse was enough to tell her that place was the true essence of 'Death.'
It wasn't because of the souls saturating the death.
It was because of 'Death' itself.
It was the end of 'Life.'
"Yes, alright, thank you."
Hu Qiandai responded gently.
Not perfunctorily, but sincerely.
Yet Hu Qiandai had no intention of backing down, because if Jason entered, she would undoubtedly follow him inside.
Zhinai wanted to say something else, but a sharp pain in her eyes turned the words on her lips into a cry of agony.
"Zhinai, are you okay?"
Ah Guang asked nervously.
"I'm fine."
"Take me to the side of that 'Sword Saint.'"
Zhinai said.
In this lady's view, only Jason could stop all of this now.
Although her reasoning was tenuous, Zhinai hoped Jason would agree.
"Alright."
Ah Guang carefully supported Zhinai as they walked over.
Step by cautious step.
