"Impossible?"
Su Yi said indifferently, "About two months ago, that demon sword tried to break into the Assembly of Immortals Sword Tower Ruins, only to leave wounded. In my view, it won't dare come again anytime soon."
The White-Haired Blood-Skirt Woman's pair of bewitching azure eyes abruptly contracted.
She fell silent for a moment, then said coldly and disdainfully, "With Qing Luo's strength, even Spirit Wheel Realm cultivators were no match for him. How... could he have been wounded?"
Though Ning Sihua was filled with apprehension toward the White-Haired Blood-Skirt Woman, she could not help saying at this moment, "Believe it or not, that sword truly fled after being wounded. And the Qing Luo you mentioned has already been killed!"
"Qing Luo was killed?"
The White-Haired Blood-Skirt Woman sneered. "Your words contradict themselves. Even if Qing Luo truly fled wounded as you claim, how could he have been killed afterward?"
Ning Sihua froze.
Su Yi seemed to have realized something. "So the demon spirit of that sword is called Qing Luo."
Calamity was the sword's name.
Qing Luo, meanwhile, was the sword spirit's name!
"No wonder that sword slave whose memories were erased only remembered that his name was Qing Luo. He had clearly been influenced by that demon spirit's power..."
At last, Su Yi understood.
His gaze turned to the Cyan Copper Lamp floating in the White-Haired Blood-Skirt Woman's hand. "If my guess is right, when you joined forces with Qing Luo to murder Bai Changhen, you were grievously wounded as well and sealed within this copper lamp, unable to escape. Is that correct?"
The White-Haired Blood-Skirt Woman said coldly, "I did not murder Bai Changhen!"
Su Yi smiled. "Bai Changhen was murdered, while you were trapped inside the copper lamp. When the demon spirit Qing Luo of the