Between life and death lies great terror.
If one can survive, there are few who would willingly give up their own life.
Bai Ling felt the same.
The conditions Yu Xian offered her were not too difficult to accept.
As a member of the Demon Race with a bloodline, her lifespan was inherently lengthy, measured in millions of years.
Offering ten thousand years of freedom to save her life was, in fact, a huge profit.
After all, it was not some nameless soldier who defeated her, but a Human Race Daoist Venerable.
Moreover, the Human Race has always had a tradition of capturing members of the Demon Race as mounts.
Changing her perspective, having formed such a connection with a Human Race Daoist Venerable could be considered a good thing.
Bai Ling thought to herself, seeking joy amidst the sorrow.
Fortunately, she had maintained her bottom line.
Never did she believe that a dignified Daoist Venerable would be so superficial as to merely lust after her body.
