C707 This Is Zhao Wuji

Nether Market, Drunken Immortal Tower.

Yaen Ji did indeed cut her wrist, but she survived.

In the second-floor room, Zhao Wuji's cold gaze fell on Yaen Ji's wrist, now treated and bandaged. "Do you want to die?"

"I want to live!" Yaen Ji glared fiercely at Zhao Wuji.

Earlier that morning