"..."
Li Ye stared somewhat blankly as the bamboo sword, now a Golden Core Magic Treasure, circled around him like a child reunited with family.
It reined in its sharpness, showing Li Ye only its warm, lustrous bamboo surface. It hummed softly, as though yearning for his touch.
"Ah."
"Why is it you and your poor damned master again?"
Just as he reached out to stroke the bamboo sword, the sentient blade suddenly slashed fiercely to the side, sending out a snow-white streak of sword light.
What?
Li Ye hurriedly looked that way.
A figure had risen from the ground at some unknown moment. The ever-victorious Sword Qi vanished like a mud dragon plunging into the sea the instant it touched her.
The figure said nothing.
More black hair abruptly rose from the ground like a great net, ensnaring Li Ye. Even the bamboo sword was trapped. At the net's four corners, thick, long strands of hair writhed like spirit serpents, dragging the net skyward.
They moved with incredible speed, reaching the spatial gate shattered open by countless grains of rice in almost an instant.
"What are you trying to do?!"
Li Ye poured all his mana into struggling, yet could not break through those seemingly soft but extraordinarily tough strands of hair. He did his best to remain calm as he looked down.
The figure wreathed in black hair looked up at Li Ye as well and spoke softly.
"It is time to send you away."
"Don't worry. This rice all belongs to us."
"I will distribute it fairly to everyone who deserves it."
Her voice carried undisguised malice.
But the next moment—
"Hm?"
Her voice held a trace of confusion and shock, because she saw Li Ye take out one of Jianmu's main trunks and drop it through