"Your skin is really thick," Yue Chan teased.
The silver moon hung high in the sky, its light bright and pure, casting down a soft glow like a faint mist, draping over the crystal-clear lake, ethereal and hazy.
She stood under the peaceful night moon, atop the lake's surface, her battle attire glowing, her robes fluttering, like a sprite exiting the world, her eyes as lustrous as black gemstones, radiating with an aura of spirituality.
The scene was serene, peaceful and beautiful, but Shi Hao was in no mood to appreciate it, as he was enduring the most painful of trials, at any moment he could perish.
"Adversity reveals true feelings. Though there have been misunderstandings between us, they have ultimately been resolved, and coming to the Lower Realm together, we should support each other," Shi Hao said, unblushingly.
Of course, even if his face was red, it wouldn't be visible, because his body was in tatters.
