"Is the Jade Ancestor also trying to reshape the Path to Immortality?"
Jiang Sha shook her head, "No. The Jade Ancestor wrote articles directly scolding the Heavenly Dao and got punished for it."
Such a plain and unadorned reason left Fan Wubing at a loss for whether he should criticize or not.
"Alright, back to the main topic. It seems staying by your side is quite life-shortening."
Jiang Sha did not shy away and said directly, "Qingqing is a thousand years younger than me, but you've seen how she looks."
"Do you feel that curse every day?" Fan Wubing asked.
"Yes."
Fan Wubing couldn't help but admire, feeling it every day and yet not going mad—it seems the Slaughter Demon Lord has a strong will. He said sullenly,
"How about I get you a fully automatic wheelchair, so no one needs to push it for you?"
Jiang Sha was stunned, then burst out laughing, "You think what I lack is someone to push my wheelchair? What I lack is service."
"What does service entail?"
