Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty-Nine
But if Lan Wan'er were the Saintess of the Black Witch Sect, how could she possibly serve as a handmaiden to a barbarian?
Hua Die felt perplexed within.
"Who I am is not the key, the key is that your companion is about to die," Lan Wan'er said with a giggly smile.
Hua Die's face changed, and she hurriedly squatted beside Pan Hu, only to find his breath was as thin as a thread, his hair as dry as wild grass, and his body emaciated, making it hard to imagine that he was once a strapping man standing at one meter ninety in height.
"Make up your mind quickly, do you want to be a handmaiden to my master or not? You can definitely save your companion," Lan Wan'er tempted.
"I, how could I..." Hua Die was in a dilemma. As the Saintess of the Bai Witch Sect worshipped by countless people from the Miao villages and the guardian of the Miao Frontier, how could she possibly serve as a handmaiden to a barbarian?
