"What are you doing, Luan Da, Yun Peng?"
Watching over a hundred talismans for calming the mind and stabilizing the soul come crashing down upon her like a tempest, Ling Qianbi angrily shouted. Yet with her soul cultivation, she could tell at a glance that these talismans were all harmless.
Ling Qianbi did not dodge. She simply stood there and forcibly endured the bombardment of over a hundred mind-calming, soul-stabilizing talismans. For a time, Spiritual Light of every color flickered across her body, and it took several dozen breaths before it finally subsided.
Seeing this, Luan Da, Yun Peng, and Huang Dong all breathed a sigh of relief. Ling Qianbi still looked like the Qian Bi they knew.
"Qian Bi, weren't you bewitched by that scoundrel Di Kuohai, your mind muddled? That's why we thought we'd help calm your mind and settle your spirit..."
Before Luan Da could finish, Ling Qianbi's brows shot up and she snapped furiously, "Luan Da, what are you saying? Di Kuohai is my master, and also the lord whom I, Ling Qianbi, have sworn to serve for life. If you dare show any further disrespect toward my lord, do not blame me for drawing a line in the sand and severing all ties with you!"
In an instant, Luan Da, Yun Peng, and Huang Dong's eyes bulged wide, each of them wearing an expression as though they had seen a ghost.
They had thought that after those hundred-odd mind-calming, soul-stabilizing talismans struck her, Ling Qianbi would be fine. They had not expected her condition to be even more severe than they had imagined.
Normally, after a martial artist's mind was beguiled by a soul illusion technique, they would briefly become like an entirely different person. But Ling Qianbi was incomparably clear-headed.
Ling Qianbi was still