Gusu Qingwen didn't know how long she had cried before footsteps emanated from beneath the altar again.
Gusu Qingwen's face had once again turned as cold as frost. She dressed herself as quickly as possible, and only after Gusu Qingwen had finished dressing did Ding Fan slowly ascend from beneath the altar.
"You should die... I said, if you touched me, I would kill you!" Gusu Qingwen said coldly to Ding Fan.
"It was my fault. If you can kill, then kill," Ding Fan said indifferently as he stepped onto the altar.
Since he had already acted, Ding Fan wouldn't be afraid. Not being afraid to bear the consequences wasn't in Ding Fan's nature—he acted without regret; if he regretted, he wouldn't have done it!
Gusu Qingwen was momentarily stunned; she hadn't expected Ding Fan to be so brazen. After a slight hesitation, Gusu Qingwen said, "Do you think I won't kill you?"
Ding Fan didn't say anything more, directly tossing the Immortal Sword in front of Gusu Qingwen.