The Salvation Sect's Invitation

"Heavenly realm?" Luo Qingqing openly challenged him. "Is there such a place in the Six States? Grain will not grow unless it is planted, and clothes cannot be worn unless they are woven. Either your technology is extraordinarily advanced, allowing a small number of people to produce vast quantities of goods... or that place is some legendary paradise, where brocade and silk grow straight from the trees. But if such a wonderful place truly existed, I doubt the Six States would simply hand it over to you, would they?"

Wang Sha narrowed his eyes.

He walked up to Luo Qingqing and held out two fingers.

Couldn't hold back anymore? Luo Qingqing sneered inwardly. She deliberately remained still, but Dragon Scale was already on the verge of emerging.

Yet he merely placed his fingers on her wrist.

She paused slightly. She had already been prepared to summon Dragon Scale and subdue all three men in an instant, but judging from the flow of qi, he had no intention of using any spell.

He simply released his qi and let it come into contact with the qi within Luo Qingqing.

Then Wang Sha's eyes suddenly widened as he stared at Luo Qingqing in astonishment. "You..."

He stopped halfway through, withdrew his hand, and nodded to the other two.

Rather than stepping forward to surround Luo Qingqing, the two men cleared everyone else out of the tent.

"So Miss Qing'er is a Qi Sense User." Wang Sha spread his hands, looking unexpectedly delighted. "No wonder your questions were so sharp and tricky. I nearly took you for an infected one. Good, good... Your qi carries no scent of Chaos. That means I can rest easy."

"An infected one? What does that mean?"

"Like an epidemic, except this disease infects qi. Those infected gradually