Yun Xi felt that this guy was too narcissistic, and he had thick skin like she had never encountered in the higher realms.
"You did save my life, but there's no possibility between us." She carefully worded her refusal.
"It's truly saddening, to miss out like this. When we meet again, perhaps times and seas would have changed," Shi Hao shook his head.
"What are you babbling about? Hurry up, the pursuers are coming." Yun Xi said, not wanting to continue this conversation. This young powerhouse was unrestrained and unfiltered.
The ancient battlefield was vast, streaks of red mist swirling around—said to be the blood mist that spread after the death of Divine Demons in ancient times.
The ground was dry and barren, without a single blade of grass. Various bones could be seen, gold, white, black; many of them still glossy even after thousands of years.
The two kept changing their paths as they proceeded, avoiding the territories of astonishing creatures that were at least True Gods.
