"Could you tell?" Qing Gui's face was full of confusion.
Sui Yuan had not even met her brother. How could she know how formidable he was?
Lin Qi calmly said, "To feel at ease leaving you here alone—if it wasn't because he was overwhelmingly strong or had a powerful background, then it must be because you were exceptionally gifted."
Clearly, Qing Gui had not reached the level of being exceptionally gifted.
Qing Gui blinked. "Are you mocking me?"
Lin Qi tactfully replied, "How could I? I was only explaining it to you."
Qing Gui thought for a while, then gave a soft huff. "Fine. Since you saved my life, I won't hold you accountable for mocking me."
Lin Qi seized the chance to ask, "What is this sword pellet used for?"
"It contains a strand of Sword Qi. It is quite powerful and can be used as an assassination weapon, or when escaping for your life."
Lin Qi stared at the sword pellet, somewhat doubtful.
Just how powerful was "quite powerful"?
She had never seen it used. If it was not powerful enough, would she not be setting herself up for a fall?
As Lin Qi pondered this, the Sword Qi within the Nether Cave returned to normal.
She lifted her sword and stepped forward.
Watching her throw herself into it so desperately, Qing Gui thought to herself, Though her cultivation is low, her swordsmanship is not bad. So this is how she forged it—by training with such desperation. No wonder Brother told me not to underestimate cultivators from small worlds. These people are truly ruthless toward themselves.
At the very least, among the cultivators of the Xuantian Realm Qing Gui had seen, she had never encountered anyone who trained so desperately.
By the time Lin Qi endured her injuries