Her traditional Chinese-style clothing was loose and flowing, making it easy for her to grab hold of.
"Please, just talk to me, okay?" Her gaze was earnest and firm, as if she'd made up her mind about something. "Tell me what you're planning to do. What are you thinking? I swear I won't breathe a word of it to anyone. If I do, I'm willing to die by your hand. You know me… you know how much I'm afraid of dying…"
Bei Mingyuan frowned.
"Cultivating the demonic is still a form of cultivation—it's the demonic path. And Taoist teachings say that for everything that lives, there is a counter. No matter how serious things are, I believe there's always a solution. But you have to tell me first! I'm begging you, please don't let this turn into a life-or-death struggle!" As she spoke, despite her best efforts to control herself, her eyes reddened.
