The Bright-moon Saintess shuddered when the cold dagger touched her skin. She looked at Qingfeng Li with terror as if he was a devil.
The Bright-moon Saintess didn't fear death. As a saintess in the world of self-cultivators, she had seen too many deaths.
Only two endings lay in front of them once they stepped into this world. One was to become an immortal and to live above others. The other was to die underneath the winners.
However, the Bright-moon Saintess was a woman, and she cared about her appearance the most. She didn't want to lose her pretty face. It was more horrible for her than death.
The Bright-moon Saintess looked at Qingfeng Li with fear, saying in a low voice, "You're truly a devil, and are so cruel to think of disfiguring me."
Qingfeng Li smiled and replied, "I've already given you a chance. If you kill the Gravity Saint Son, I will let you go safe and sound."