For a moment, Shen Qilang was overcome with grief. He gently placed Ting Yan's cold hand down and lifted his gaze, coldly eyeing Qingzhi, whose face was pale and lips tinged with blood.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Qingzhi struggled to lift his head, his gaze toward Ting Yan filled with deep sorrow and pain.
"I am a Loose Cultivator. Ting'er, in her childhood innocence, once fell into a mountain stream and saved me. It was a fox demon.
Because of her, I embarked on this path. My talent and abilities are limited, yet I could not save her, only watch helplessly as she fell into the mortal world.
Today, seeing her being humiliated like this, I would fight to the death to preserve her innocence."
Shen Qilang watched as his strength gradually faded, his spirit platform dimming and fracturing.
Clearly, he had used Soul Burning as a price for gaining formidable spiritual power momentarily, killing the three celestial envoys yet failing to save the girl he loved.
