Fu Yuheng's excessively pale and delicately handsome face broke into a faint smile.
He looked at the woman in front of him who was seething with rage and said with conviction, "You won't kill me at this time."
Ji Shuzhen's alluring face twisted slightly as she gripped Fu Yuheng's neck, hissing with hatred, "Sooner or later, I will kill you!"
Just as the man before her had said, she wouldn't—couldn't—kill him.
Without Fu Yuheng, how could her child rule the Human Realm?
Fu Yuheng calmly removed Ji Shuzhen's hand from his neck, the corners of his lips lifting slightly as he said indifferently, "I'll be waiting for that day to come."
Ji Shuzhen snorted coldly, shaking off the hand that had been pried away.
Seeing her look of disgust, Fu Yuheng's lips curved up in a mocking arc.
He nodded slightly to the Saintess before him, expressing his sympathy, "You've lost another member of your harem. Please accept my condolences. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
