Eternal Transcendence
"Meixiang darling, you can't say that. Not everyone was born to be a warrior, and not wanting to have rivers of blood on your hands isn't a proof of weakness."
"True…in a common merchant's backyard maybe. But last I checked, we are in the Barbarian Lands — the heaven of war and slaughter. Here, sheep and rabbits are meat on the chopping block — not top-ranking generals. Some people…just don't know their place." One after the other, master and disciple launched verbal blows, acting in perfect synch.
But as Xiao Qing's chest grew heavier and her face paled…
"And what is her place?" A melodious voice echoed from behind the master-disciple pair, followed by the appearance of a 1.88-meter-tall man. With lustrous silver hair that seemed to reflect the sun's radiance and an irresistible pair of red and purple heterochromatic eyes, every inch of that man's body seemed to stand beyond perfection, a flawless echo of transcendent splendor.