"Thank you, Elder Fei," Zhiyan said softly, expressing her gratitude to Elder Fei. With a shimmer, he disappeared again into the Qiankun Space.
"How about that, you should believe it now, shouldn't you?" Zhiyan huffed lightly, looking at the woman in front of her and said coldly.
"Ah, little, little girl, please save my husband, I believe, I believe, I know you can, please save him." The woman, who had been very assertive just a moment ago, suddenly softened her voice, fell from the sky, and stopped about two meters in front of Zhiyan, pleading with tears sliding down, far from the ruthless image spoken of by the crowd.
"I can indeed save your husband, but why should I?" Zhiyan's demeanor was cool and detached as she looked at the woman and spoke indifferently. Her delicate and tender face carried an expression of noble pride, and her whole being radiated an intimidating presence.
