"You want me to help you commit suicide!?"
Hearing Xiluo's sudden raise in volume, Xiang Yao was suddenly not as venomous-tongued as before, instead merely flicking his snake tongue out, calm as ever.
"To be precise, he wanted to die before I arrived."
"After all, it's not easy to kill a Celestial God—especially one like Xiangliu who's lived thousands of years."
"Even a severed head can survive to this day. Do you dare say the death of the flesh can truly end Him completely?"
After Li Boyang's reminder, Xiluo instantly had a realization.
But precisely because of that, Xiluo now seemed even more confused—the gaze she cast at Li Boyang grew distinctly strange.
"So, why is he so afraid of you?"
Right now Xiluo was very curious—just what kind of reputation did Li Boyang have in the outside world, in Great Xia?
Why would even a Celestial God like Xiang Yao be so terrified of meeting Li Boyang?
"Put away that look—I'm not as scary as you imagine."
