Hundred Flowers Fairy's heart felt unbearably heavy.
If this delay dragged on, she might not fall here.
But it was entirely possible for her cultivation to plummet by a whole realm.
And that was not even the most terrifying thing.
The power of the True Spirit's source had already injured her soul. If she could not heal it in time, even after her wounds recovered, it would leave an enormous hidden danger behind.
Damn it. If she had known this would happen, she should never have come chasing this ugly toad alone, or she should have carried a few more life-saving treasures capable of turning heaven and earth around. Then she would not have ended up like this, at her wits' end.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret sold in the cultivation world.
No matter how extraordinary this woman was, now she could only lie there and feel vexed.
As for the help Lin Xuan might provide, she basically held no hope at all.
A Spirit Division Stage cultivator wanting to save her was simply willing but powerless.
It was not that she looked down on Lin Xuan.
Rather, in Hundred Flowers Fairy's eyes, this was the cruel reality of the situation.
Facts were facts. Denying them was meaningless; clinging to unrealistic hope would only make her heart ache all the more.
Of course, Hundred Flowers Fairy would not give up. Yet right now, she truly did not know what she should do. To leave it to fate was something she was absolutely unwilling to accept.
This woman was conflicted to the extreme. With her strength, even if she encountered Loose Immortals or demon kings, they would meet as peers. When had she ever suffered such a setback? To say she could neither live nor die would not be