"Now I choose the second option," a trace of lingering hatred flashed across his face.
Zhao Xuan nodded, uninterested in whatever had happened to Chen She. With a gentle flick of his finger, he tapped Chen She on the forehead, passing down a profound-tier cultivation technique to him, and then slipped a few bottles of low-tier medicinal pills—plundered from the ancient Emperor's mausoleum—into Chen She's arms.
Having done all this, he took Xie Lingyu's hand and drifted away.
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