Qin Xiyue didn’t avoid it, but Zhang Ping’s hand instead froze, and then lowered.

This was an extremely small movement, hard for ordinary people to even detect. However, in the perception of cultivators, this type of movement was instead already extremely clear.

“I don’t want any charity.”

Zhang Ping looked at his own fingertips and said.

Qin Xiyue’s expression was a bit complicated as she looked at him, her voice a bit low as she said, “Thank you for giving us a bit of time.”

Zhang Ping remained quiet, and then slowly withdrew, sitting back down.

“How much longer?”

His voice was a bit empty, like the winds outside the metal shrine. “A lifetime’s worth?”

Qin Xiyue felt a bit of pain inside. “Just what did you experience in Purgatory Mountain… for you to seem like you’ve already depleted your entire lifetime?”

“A nightmare no one even wants to think about, a nightmare you cannot wake up from.” Zhang Ping said emotionlessly.

“If you are willing to see me as your next life,” Qin Xiyue gathered a huge amount of courage, biting her lips as she looked at Zhang Ping and said, “then at the very least, the two of us need to be like Lin Xi and Gao Yanan, able to see deeply into each...