Chapter 101: What Is a Tripod Vessel?
Inside a cave on Qiaoji Mountain.
Xu Qingru had been thrown into a corner of the cave. Her back pressed against the cold bluestone, and her plain white dress was already stained with mud and blood from the riverbank.
Chen Lingxi had hastily sealed the stump of her severed arm with spiritual qi, stopping the bleeding.
Yet the unmatched sharpness of the Cyan Edge Method's sword qi still lingered in her meridians.
It felt like countless fine needles slowly swimming through her energy channels. Every slight movement brought a pain so sharp it left her forehead slick with cold sweat.
Chen Lingxi sat cross-legged on a bluestone opposite her, still wearing the ghost mask.
The Gold-Slaughtering Precious Saber lay across his knees, exuding a terrifying aura.
Xu Qingru panted for a moment before looking up. Her clear, autumn-water eyes had lost the tearful, pitiful look they had held on the riverbank. Now, they were filled with nothing but the dead stillness of ashes.
She knew she could not escape.