"Scared now, are you?" Shen Yunjiao laughed, covering her mouth.
"Yep, I'm scared. Is it too late to give the Black Flame back now?" Zhao Zuo asked teasingly, pretending to shiver.
"Too late," Shen Yunjiao immediately replied with a smile. Under the influence of the alcohol, her flushed cheeks were utterly captivating. Her posture was completely relaxed, exuding a subtle, unique allure.
"So before he comes to kill you, you have to cultivate hard and try to kill him first, right?" Zhao Zuo asked.
"Exactly."
"That's truly hopeless."
Zhao Zuo didn't know what grade of special constitution the Wood Spirit Body was, but even the weakest Spirit Body allowed for a cultivation speed comparable to a Celestial Spirit Root. If a Celestial Spirit Root was a one-in-a-hundred-thousand occurrence, then a Spirit Body was one in a million.
"Every day I live is another day earned," Shen Yunjiao said in a lighthearted tone.
