The blood clouds dyed the sky a deep red, and Han Ye gazed at the heavens, feeling a familiar aura emanating from the residual soul in his Sea of Consciousness. Clearly, Lu Xuanxuan had arrived.
"To pursue me this far shows astonishing perseverance, even more tenacious than the fiends of the Demon Path," he said.
Han Ye gave a wry smile, sat down cross-legged on the ground, with no intention of running away.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he lacked the energy.
His current state was one of extreme weakness. Using the power of his Primordial Spirit had drained his physical body. Even with a rapid recovery ability, he had no strength left to resist.
Han Ye turned to Chu Xianyu beside him and said, "You should leave. She's only after me and won't bother with you."
But Chu Xianyu seemed deaf to his words, her gaze utterly indifferent as she replied, "If you were to die, I would have no more reason to cling to this world."
