All along, Yang Zhen wanted to live freely and unapologetically. To live without any real concerns, not giving a damn even about divine providences. And he had managed it quite gracefully so far.
But now, with Hua Youyue harboring what could only be described as a mystery in her heart, which could only be unraveled once she entered the Forbidden Land of Life, Yang Zhen couldn't quite comprehend the feeling. However, he could well imagine it was a pain.
Yang Zhen had asked Hua Youyue about her suspicions but she couldn't articulate them. All she knew was an urgent need to enter the Forbidden Land of Life.
"Then let's go!"
Yang Zhen said with a smirk. If so many others weren't afraid, then why should he be the only one to fear dying? Besides, in death, the spirit ascends to heavens. If not met with death, one can live for thousands of years. What was there to be scared of after all?
