Qu Tan'er's heart was filled with desolation, as she thought of a face so familiar that it was etched into her soul. That peerlessly elegant man, with eyes as gentle and smiling as water. If he saw her in danger, in despair—she dared not imagine if she were to die, would he also vanish... Initially, it was her worry for his safety that made her want to follow him.
Now, it seemed she had implicated him...
She did feel some regret for setting that Life and Death Contract.
At the very least, she should have given him a chance to live.
The giant heat wave behind her, along with the occasional bursts of flames and scorching stones, could not penetrate the layer of Spiritual Energy surrounding the man in the brocade robe, and he was pushing her toward the mouth of the volcano. The terrifying magma was flowing, and the fire spewing from the volcanic crater was laced with fire poison.
If she fell in, she wouldn't last even half a minute.
