"Qing Yuan, I'm fine." Ziyan coughed twice weakly. She laughed helplessly. "Don't worry about me. You go and help the people in the Nalan family. I don't care how Nalan Jing had treated me before. I don't want them to die in the war. But, if you interfere with the fights in the secular world, will the people from the reclusive world punish you?"
Qing Yuan was stunned. He raised his head and saw Ziyan's worried eyes. His heart was heavy and his gaze fell on Nalan Zhangqian's determined and strong face.
Qing Yuan would not interfere with the fights in the secular world.
But, it would not be against the rules if he wanted to stop someone from self-destruction.
***
Nalan Zhangqian laughed for a long time. His laughter was rather harsh in this bloodstained battlefield.
His presence was strong and his manic power appeared.
That time, not only were the enemies frightened, even Feng Qing seemed frightened too.
