Li Qing stared intently at Zi Ling, his expression fluctuating between light and shadow.
Intuition told him that this old witch was deliberately deceiving him.
Yet he really didn't dare to gamble Zi Ling's life on his own intuition.
"Fine, I can agree to this deal, but I want to know why you can't retrieve your own body, and also, how can I be sure that, after I bring back your body, you will release Zi Ling as promised?" Li Qing asked in a deep voice.
The unclothed Zi Ling walked a seductive circle around Li Qing, tiptoed, and lightly touched his lips, her mouth curving into a bewitching light smile, "After all, you and I have had a fleeting connection. There is some assurance in that."
"After a thousand years, you are my first man. I don't have a better way, but you should trust me."
Li Qing immediately felt a sense of repulsion in his heart upon hearing this.
He could only repeatedly tell himself that he was dealing with Zi Ling, not this millennia-old witch.
