After Qin the Grand Elder flew out, her face was deathly pale. She had thought she was about to be refined alive, so it was only natural that all hope had drained from her. Now that she had suddenly escaped, she naturally no longer dared to make a move. Yet when she saw the Nine Heavens Falling Sword, she still looked at it as though it were a monster.
He Chenxiang supported Qin the Grand Elder, crying as she hurriedly fussed over her and asked how she was feeling.
"I'm fine. But the fellow cultivators inside..." Qin the Grand Elder had escaped, yet she had not even had time to tend to her grievously injured meridians. Instead, she was already worrying about the group of immortals inside.
"Heh, junior, don't think too much about it. I'm destined to use them to make pills, and not a single one will escape! Of course, if you want to save them, I can let you go inside. How about it?" the Nine Heavens Falling Sword asked with a cold laugh. Qin the Grand Elder was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she dared not say anything more.
I wore a look of shock. "Grand Ancestor, these are all Grand Elders from other sects. Wouldn't it be going too far to use them to make pills...? Surely we can't eat people, can we?"
"What do you mean, eat people? Can't you see that I'm making pills? You're as weak as can be. Your Grand Ancestor is setting aside past grievances and raising your cultivation, and you still dare to say you dislike it?" The Nine Heavens Falling Sword glared at me, looking as if he would beat me up if I refused to eat.
"No, no, no, Grand Ancestor. It's not that