After the Celestial Sword Divine King said those words, the gaze lingering around the two of them disappeared.
Li Qingxue grasped Xia Feng's arm: "If a conflict really arises in the Secret Realm, don't worry about me, or what my mother said. Kill if you must."
As soon as she finished speaking, a gaze seemed to fall on them again, subtly trying to suppress them.
Xia Feng chuckled lightly: "Your mother is truly..."
He slightly raised his head to look at the sword qi in midair: "Thinking of the palm and the back of the hand both being flesh, yet not considering if the flesh on the palm and the back of the hand can truly be the same?"
"If you keep stirring things up, I'm afraid this Divine Domain might as well be named Liu instead of Li."
He shook his head, ready to lead Li Qingxue inside.
The cold voice of the Celestial Sword Divine King carried a hint of anger: "With such high cultivation, I'm merely asking you to spare her life. Does this count as favoritism?"
