"You have to promise me that you will never die, okay?" Lin Qingzhu wrapped her arms around Chen Li's neck. "If you die, I don't know what I'll do, and I will definitely follow you to the afterlife."
Chen Li rubbed Lin Qingzhu's cheeks. "I promise, I won't die. I've already died several times by that sword, so I won't let it kill me again."
"Husband, have you inherited Hermit Long's memories and abilities?"
Chen Li turned to Feng Xian'er and nodded at her. "I should have inherited his memories long ago, but my fear that I would turn evil after inheriting them prevented me from entering the memory space. I sensed a growing evil nature within myself, but it did not significantly affect me, so you need not worry about it."
