"Cough, cough, cough..." Wang Chengjian bit his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said, "Junior Sister...you...are so heartless..."
Upon hearing this, Liu Qingxian felt her heart being pricked by needles.
The three outer sect disciples couldn't stand it anymore either.
"Senior Sister Liu, Senior Brother Wang's life isn't worth a single word from you?"
"He saved your life, yet you can't even grant him this small dying wish!"
"He's almost dead, what harm is there in agreeing? It's not like you'll really have to fulfill it!"
Liu Qingxian's mind was in turmoil from their words.
She even began to wonder if she was being too cold-blooded.
Wang Chengjian's heart was filled with hope.
He could feel that Liu Qingxian's defenses were about to waver, and she was close to compromising.
So, he bit his tongue again, spat out a mouthful of blood, and showed an appearance of serious injury.
He weakly looked up at the sky and said, "I...can't die in peace..."