"Ha, I'm not dead yet." Xue Yang said with a hint of self-deprecation.
Xiao Xingchen, since the Lord of Hell won't accept me, then he can't accept you either. I, Xue Yang, will depend on you for the rest of my life. Don't think about leaving me again. Just wait, I will find a way to get you back.
"It's hard to retreat, and you won't regret it until you die. Taoist priest, we have a long way to go."