Song Que felt the nearly tangible warmth and suddenly understood why Tang Jing had been ensnared by the Divine Nation.
This world, if experienced from his own perspective, could easily be mistaken for the real world, or perhaps... the Netherworld?
"I never anticipated this situation. I went in with the resolve to die fighting. I didn't expect to survive."
Song Que spoke with utmost sincerity.
Tang Xian said:
"Once you awaken, you'll naturally leave this place. For now, let your soul rest here."
"By the way—"
Tang Xian turned, looking at Song Que with equal seriousness:
"Being able to count someone like you as a friend is truly a blessing. So you cannot die. Those who bring firewood to the masses must not freeze to death in the wind and snow. If a hero dies, when we reflect on the past in the days to come, it will inevitably be with immense regret."
Song Que froze, not expecting Tang Xian to hold him in such high regard.
