"Mm."
Wang Yan understood Chen Jichuan's intentions. She also knew her husband came into this world with nothing and would leave with nothing, so she didn't hesitate and accepted directly.
She put away the treasures.
Wang Yan's initial joy faded. Thinking about the separation, and recalling the vicious curse uttered by the Golden Light Immortal Venerable before his death, she couldn't help but feel some concern: "In more than a hundred thousand years, when those Immortal Venerables and Heavenly Venerables are reborn, the disciples of Fierce Bird Mountain might face trouble."
Don't be fooled by how she and her husband killed Immortal Venerables and Heavenly Venerables as if they were slaughtering dogs, relishing the carnage.
