"Han Bing, how did you get here?" I'm somewhat surprised but also worried; I'm afraid Han Bing might be affected by my troubles, just like Wang Duo and Yang Feng were.
"Why can't I come? If I didn't, wouldn't I never see you again?" Han Bing teasingly stuck her tongue out at me.
Heh, yes, if Han Bing hadn't come, just like she said, I would never see her again. If it were a normal death, at least there would be a soul or something, and Han Bing could still see me. But once my Primordial Spirit is devoured by my master, it would forever dissipate between heaven and earth, and Liang Yueming would cease to exist in this world.
If there really was anything left, it would be nothing more than a worthless carcass.
"Yueming, give me the dagger." Han Bing extended her hand towards me.
The dagger? I looked down at the dagger I was gripping tightly, then back at Han Bing, and quickly shook my head.
