Saint Breath

Miao Qiuyun watched Jiang Ruoyun walk straight down the stairs, stunned for a long while before she woodenly turned to Zhu Yizhong behind her. "Did she just say she wanted to 'have a meeting' with it?"

Zhu Yizhong nodded stiffly, the same astonishment lingering on his face.

Ordinarily, the phrase "have a meeting" would only be used when the two sides were evenly matched. Yet their strengths were clearly worlds apart—how could she dare put it that way?

Miao Qiuyun said blankly, "Could it be that she has some means of dealing with such a terrifying existence?"

"Perhaps," Zhu Yizhong said uncertainly. "Earlier, we opened the treasure pillar here together. My entire arm was nearly crippled, yet she was also struck by that restriction and came away completely unharmed."

After a pause, he amended, "Well, not entirely unharmed. I caught sight of the hand she first touched it with—it had also taken on that same silver-black color as mine. But in an instant, that silver-black color scattered away as though it had seen something terrifying. As for me, it wasn't until my entire arm had been overtaken that I managed to resist it with the Five Elements Pure Fire at my core."

Miao Qiuyun's face turned even paler in shock.

At the bottom floor of the pavilion.

Because Miao Qiuyun had not returned for so long, the figure within the Crystal Pillar had grown somewhat impatient. The aura it released was filled with a heart-palpitating savagery, as though it might begin a massacre at any moment to vent its fury.

Just as the figure was about to force another person upstairs, Jiang Ruoyun descended from the stairway.

The moment Lu Feng saw that Jiang Ruoyun was safe and sound, his expression suddenly eased, and he felt far more at peace.