The crack of the whip rang out again. The Martial Man paid the price for running his mouth, and Smoke Ghost paid the price for adding fuel to the fire.
This was no ordinary whip. It was a torture device used by Ten Directions Hall specifically to punish disciples.
It left no mark on the body, its weight lay in wounding the soul, and it was not even the ordinary sort of Soul-Striking Whip.
Against cultivators with higher realms, the harm it caused was instead greater. Those of lower realms suffered less pain.
After all, one lash and they fainted. What else could they feel?
A lingering fear still remained in Dugu Zixuan's heart. If she had not recognized in the end that this was her own son and had kept striking, there was no telling whether she really would have beaten him into an idiot.
"Stop hitting us, stop hitting us!"
"..."
Only after a good while did Dugu Zixuan stop and turn to look at Lin Heng, who was being held aloft by the spirit body. Guilt and self-reproach once again surged into her heart.
What do I do now? This child was already full of anger. If he finds out his own mother beat him up without asking a single question, will he still acknowledge me as his mother?
Take him out for treatment first!
She had originally come to the Northern Continent to search for her son, but after hearing rumors about "Ye Tian," she had panicked and frantically searched for Ye Tian's whereabouts. If she had taken out the sheet of rice paper Duan Shuyun had given her even a little earlier, this misunderstanding would never have grown so large.
But, to put it the other way around, if she had not kept clinging to