"Don't say any more!" Jiang Fan shouted in a low voice, "Don't waste your promise on such a place!"
Staring into Xia Chaoge's tearful eyes, a tumult of emotions surged within him.
The promise he made to Xia Chaoge was ultimately used for their farewell.
Was this predetermined destiny from the beginning?
Xia Chaoge also gazed into Jiang Fan's eyes; their exchanged looks made words unnecessary to convey their decisions.
Tears rolled down her eyes once again as she said, "I thank Master for granting this."
Behind her, silent white wings unfurled, each feather shimmering like precious golden treasures.
She bit her lip slightly, and with a tremor of her wings, more than fifty golden feathers stained with blood fell away.
Pain crawled across her face.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Fan's expression changed drastically.
These were Xia Chaoge's Holy blood feathers, losing even one could greatly impact her Martial Path limits.
Let alone losing half of them?
Is she insane?
