A worldly phenomenon happened and only those with the Primordial Bloodlines felt its wave. The only ones other than the Impostors outside the Tomb was Roan whose smile failed to waver in anticipation of the coming bloodbath.
"A bloodbath? That's not good."
"You don't seem too perturbed about the situation, young lady. Are you not worried about your lover—"
"Please, don't refer to me about him in such a way." Chang Ping said with absolute seriousness, "He and I will never be in such a relationship."
"…okay, I thought he was a nice guy, didn't peg him to be hated this much."
"No… sigh*… I do not hate him but his wife will kill me at the thought of such a thing."
The thought of vying for the right to be Wang Ling's lover wasn't exactly foreign to Chang Ping. She admired him and even though she was in love with him at some point in time, Chang Ping already saw Bai Xue… and her devotion to him was no laughing matter.
