"I love you, I truly love you," Tuoba Yuntian wept, his voice bitter to the extreme. "But in your presence, I feel overwhelmed by my own inferiority and forever unworthy of you."
Hearing Tuoba Yuntian's words, Ye Ling'er's face broke into a blissful smile as she slowly squatted down to embrace him in her arms.
"You murdered my second brother and his wife, destroyed my elder brother's Netherworld, and drove our mother to her death. I cannot stop our elder brother from killing you today, Ling'er has no face to intervene, nor can I stop him. But you and I are husband and wife; how could I bear to have my brother kill you with his own hands?"
There was a sudden sound as a Spiritual Dagger appeared in Ye Ling'er's hand. She slowly pushed the blade into Tuoba Yuntian's heart, and he did not summon the Immortal Light to defend himself, instead looking at Ye Ling'er with a face of relief.