"Someone wants to kill me?" Shen Yiren pointed at herself, her expression devoid of fear, replaced only by a hint of surprise.
As a thoroughly evolved ten-thousand-year-old Ginseng Spirit, she had regained all of her spiritual energy; no one alive could truly kill her. She could grow back even if she were reduced to a severed arm buried in the dirt.
Zhou Jinyan, by contrast, wore his anxiety and fear plainly on his face.
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