Fang Zhou had firmly memorized all the critical points mentioned by Yan Chixia; whether the task could be completed depended on this information.
After Yan Chixia finished speaking, her complexion remained rosy; her originally cracked lips had become moist, and her eyes sparkled with vitality. She didn't look like someone on the brink of death at all.
Fang Zhou hesitated, "Are you sure you don't need my help to get out? You seem like you could live another thirty or fifty years without any problem."
Yan Chixia shook her head, speaking frankly, "I've been injured at my foundation by the Tree Demon, and tormented over the past year. I'm already at the end of my tether, barely hanging on by a thread of Innate True Qi. In a little while, once this thread of True Qi dissipates, I'll be beyond saving, with no hope of resurrection, no matter who comes."
