"Do we need a Saint Realm powerhouse to help us get out?"
Ximen Ying and Qian Wuchen both looked unhappy. A Saint Realm powerhouse—where were they supposed to find one? That was practically the same as having no way out.
Although they had somewhat prepared themselves mentally, they still felt utterly disheartened when they realized there was no hope.
"We'll have to find another way. But first, let's focus on staying alive."
Ye Xuan shook his head. For now, they needed to establish a firm footing among the Demon Clan.
"Are you afraid that Jialuo, the Demon Saint, will kill you?"
Suddenly, Zi Ying, the violet-eyed girl who had kept silence, spoke up. She glanced at Ye Xuan and said indifferently.
"I promised Jialuo, the Demon Saint, that I would heal his wounds within two months. If I fail, I'll have to die by his hands," Ye Xuan said with a light smile.
"You lied to Jialuo, the Demon Saint? You can't cure his illness at all."
Zi Ying's eyes seemed to flicker for a moment.
