Lin Qi leaned closer to listen and vaguely heard a voice, neither male nor female, crying for help?
Lin Qi did not save them. She waited another ten days.
A cry for help came from inside the black cocoon again. Feeling the time was about right, Lin Qi raised her sword and slashed at the cocoon.
The black cocoon had originally been formed from condensed death energy, yet when Lin Qi's sword fell, it split open like a solid object. Dark river water trickled within, revealing a woman with a snowy-white face, dressed in ancient, simple Daoist robes.
Countless strands of death energy had wrapped around the female cultivator, winding around her bit by bit until they formed a black cocoon. Most of her life force had also been drained away.
Had Lin Qi's sword not fallen when it did, the woman would likely have been finished soon.
The female cultivator slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Lin Qi holding a short blade, she remained dazed for a long while.
The two locked eyes. Lin Qi was not embarrassed in the least and studied the female cultivator for quite some time.
"How are you?" Lin Qi asked kindly.
The female cultivator opened her mouth, but not a sound came out. Instead, the flute hanging around her neck emitted a clear cry for help.
Lin Qi: "..."
No wonder this female cultivator had been entangled in death energy for so long, yet Lin Qi could still hear cries for help.
Since she had decided to save her, Lin Qi might as well see it through. She dragged the female cultivator completely out of the pile of death energy.
Only after pulling her out did Lin Qi discover a whirlpool as tall as a person behind her.
Feeling something was wrong, Lin Qi