Master Was Also Consumed by Guilt and Self-Reproach?

An utterly defiant Sword Spirit—clearly she had no emotions to speak of, yet she could still throw out such sarcastic barbs!!

It was enough to make one tremble with rage and go cold all over.

Lin Yu vanished before his eyes and returned to the sword.

Lin Heng stood there speechless for a long while before casually tossing the Nine Heavens Sword into his Storage Pouch, planning to deal with it when he had time.

Sigh! After all this time, could his unreliable Master and Senior Sisters really have thought he was dead?

When he finally got out and met them again, he might return home to find his memorial tablet already set up. That would truly be too much to bear.

Elsewhere, Duan Shuyun and the others gathered at the edge of the broken cliff. Beneath them stretched a boundless darkness; no one knew just how deep this rift went.

"First Senior Sister, this miasma is bottomless. The corrosiveness at the bottom of the cliff path is likely even stronger, so you must be careful."

"Senior Sister, these are Clear Qi Pills I refined. They're specifically for purging the turbid qi from a cultivator's body. I don't know how long they can ward off the miasma, but taking one every quarter hour should be no problem." Leng Qingqiu stuffed two small medicine bottles into her hand.

Duan Shuyun smiled knowingly and reassured them, "All right. Your Senior Sister isn't so fragile. Mere miasma won't affect me. I'm going down."

"Wait! I can go too!"

Everyone turned around in surprise and saw Xiao Lan darting over. She raised her head and said, "The scales on my body are highly corrosion-resistant. Not long ago, I even ate an old man in the Nascent Soul Realm, so I've gotten much stronger."