Ling Tianyu took a sip of tea and slowly recounted the events.
"Cough—cough—"
Duan Yanran, who was drinking tea, was so shocked that she spat out a mouthful of tea, clearly taken aback.
Ling Tianyu quickly patted his wife's back, showing much concern.
"There's nothing more to say; when they come, we'll just start fighting," Duan Yanran said indignantly, "Take their lives."
"Not necessary," Ling Tianyu shook his head, saying, "I am in my second life now, there's no need to deal with things from the first life. They are coming, just looking for a sense of presence, or trying to show their superiority, that's all."
"Let them humiliate themselves, there's no need to cause deaths."
"What do you mean?" Duan Yanran protested, "If it weren't for Master encountering you, how could I have married you?"
"If Master hadn't met you, how could we have been together in two lifetimes? How could we still be together now?"
"At the end of the day, our fate began when Master met you."
