"Fate... is a strange thing indeed."
With a soft sigh, Shen Lang's thoughts stirred, and he summoned the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron.
In the void thick with poisonous mist, a white fog instantly enveloped the pair. They vanished without a trace, leaving only the small Heaven-Sealing Cauldron spinning in the air.
...
Inside the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron, Shen Lang had his arm around Nalan Ziyun, standing perfectly still amidst the fog.
"Alright, we're safe now."
After a long moment, Shen Lang spoke softly, and the hand on Nalan Ziyun's waist shifted subconsciously.
"You don't have to comfort me. I know we're going to die, but I don't regret it..." Nalan Ziyun said, burying her head deep in Shen Lang's chest.
"We're really fine," Shen Lang said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Stop joking." However, Nalan Ziyun only tightened her grip on his arm, refusing to let go.
"Tsk! Why won't you believe anything I say?"
