"Sacred Realm!" Lü Wushuang cried urgently.
The Unparalleled Sage was worthy of her title. In her desperation to save herself, she knew exactly what words would seize a person's attention. Yet she still closed her eyes and awaited death, with no certainty that she could save her own life.
When nothing happened for a long while, she slowly opened her eyes again. The blade had reached the space above her neck, yet it hung there.
Yuan Gang pointed his one-armed blade at her and stared without a word, though he dearly wanted to know what had happened in the Sacred Realm.
Lü Wushuang knew she had gained a sliver of hope for survival. She hurriedly organized her thoughts and first spoke the crucial words: "You can check. All my cultivation has been crippled by this great formation. My Dantian and sea of qi have been destroyed by heavenly lightning!"
She was telling Yuan Gang that she no longer posed any threat to him.
Surprise flashed through Yuan Gang's eyes, but he remained silent, and the blade still hovered at her neck.
Lü Wushuang continued, "I know the Sacred Realm very well, and I know the other six sages very well too. The information and assistance I can provide are things no one else can give you. If you need them, you should spare my life! So long as you need it and I can provide it, such as treasures, I'll give it all to you!"
Yuan Gang fell silent in thought. He did not care about treasures or anything of the sort. He was considering another matter: Daoist Master was competing against the Seven Sages. Would keeping this woman alive be of any help to Daoist Master?
Lü Wushuang said nothing more. She knew that saying too much now was