"It's alright, just a scratch!" Shuyue Liu hurriedly said, "Let me try again!"
Chen Xuan crushed a Blood Orange and applied it to her wound, "Do you have so many lives to spend?"
"This time, just half... no, thirty to forty years of life will be enough!" She didn't wait for the wound to completely frost over, eager to stand up.
"Let me go." Jiu suddenly said, "I can also wield one level of the Demon-Slaying True Sword. Besides, I'm still young, even if it costs me fifty years of life, I can afford it!"
"And me." Hua added, "I can bear half of the burden for my brother, just twenty years will be enough!"
"You..." Shuyue Liu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "No... even if you can use the Wind Riding Talisman, you can't yet handle it proficiently. Once the roots catch up to you, forget casting spells, you'd be struggling just to dodge."
Jiu remained silent.
