"Senior Sister, it was I who have tired you out," Murong Qinglan said with a tragic smile, severely wounded from the battle.
"How many lives do I owe you now, and yet I still can't repay you? Today, I wanted to help you, but alas, my abilities were insufficient. If there's a next life, let's be sisters again," she said before charging toward the demonic enemy.
Bang!
She self-detonated.
A woman, so fiercely resolute that even the demonic enemy was left in shock.
"What a pity, I was a step too late," Tang Feng reproached himself, thinking that if he had acted sooner, he might have been able to save her.
Of course, that was just a possibility.
He too was risking his life, a slip-up could have put him in jeopardy.
But he had no choice.
This woman resembled Murong Qinglan too closely, though he dared not be completely certain.
Indeed, this woman was Murong Qinglan; as to why she appeared here, only she knew.
