"The sword was right at my throat. But because I'd decided to tell a lie, the mistress of the sword would fall head over heels in love..."
A classic line from an ancient manuscript popped into Xu Que's mind.
At this moment, this was the scene that he was living through. Zixia Fairy's sword was at his throat. Her murderous aura seemed beyond description.
Xu Que didn't want to lie again. The history between Zixia Fairy and him, those decades of life in the Illusory Realm, couldn't be resolved with a lie.
Not to mention that the lie would be exposed sooner or later. At that time, Zixia Fairy's reaction would be even more horrible than it was going to be now.
Xu Que couldn't afford dealing with the consequences of the lie, so...he decided to be sincere for once in his life.
"I..." Xu Que opened his mouth and started to speak.
But as the first word escaped his mouth, he was coldly interrupted by Zixia Fairy.
