Feng Qing's face bore a faint smile, bestowing a warmth akin to a spring breeze. It was as if she were recounting an ordinary tale, seemingly unaware that after losing her spine, her lifetime of arduous cultivation might fade into oblivion.
"Feng Qing, who told you to feign sincerity here! I won't accept it! I don't need anyone's pity, especially not yours!"
Ruo Li suddenly shouted loudly at Feng Qing.
"Girl!"
Pu Du walked over and patted Ruo Li's shoulder, "Your master speaks these words in front of you not to make you this agitated, do you understand?"
"Master!"
Ruo Li wiped her tears, breaking into a smile.
"It's no big deal. I've already been through death twice. Perhaps I shouldn't have appeared in this world. My birth brought early gray hairs to my father. Since I was revived from death last time, every day I've lived has been a bonus. I've already lived many extra days, and I am quite satisfied."
