From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,"Alright, take her." I said firmly. "If you can't save her, come back to me.",Liu Feifei softened against my back, her head suddenly moving slightly, turning her face towards me.。