He then gave a bitter smile, "If such a day really comes, just try to salvage the situation. You and I live such dull lives beyond the Taixu Realm, so why fear death?"
Song Lian fell silent, hearing in Li Lexing's seemingly heroic words a deep-seated helplessness.
Li Lexing's cultivation, although it had reached the Great Heavenly Position, and he had even glimpsed the Rule of Extreme Heaven, was still insignificant before those gods and buddhas, as if trying to stop a carriage with mantis arms.
"So be it!"
Song Lian sighed and then lifted the lid off the pot, "The rice is done, let's eat."
With the scent of cooked rice wafting in the air, Li Lexing's appetite was thoroughly whetted.
His cultivation had long since reached the stage where he could abstain from food, subsisting on wind and dew in the mortal realm, going without drinking or eating for decades.
