Wake up, Your Highness! You’re running out of time.” Xie Lian could feel his head burning, and he closed his eyes. “Don’t say any more. Let me think about it.” “…” At last, Mu Qing couldn’t hold back any longer and started cursing under his breath. “You really are… The one suffering indecision is you. With a cure in hand, the one refusing it is also you. You’re really…really annoying. Look at the hellish state of you—the mere sight of you is a pain. Your worshippers must’ve reaped enough bloody misfortune for eight lifetimes!”
