Wushuang, it's useless to say these things now. You know Master's personality well enough; nobody can talk him out of anything. But since he mentioned Woundless City, he must want us to wait for him near there, Yu Ya speculated. Master just left, so let's wait a few more days and gather some news about Xiang Yihang along the way. We'll see if we can figure out what he's plotting. If that doesn't work, we'll head to Woundless City.
Fine, we can also wait for Sister Qingcheng in the meantime. Once she gets back, she'll definitely be even more anxious than us, Lu Wushuang said.
Months later, beneath a towering canopy of ancient trees and a verdant cliffside, Lu Xiaotian sat bare-chested with his palms suspended over his lower abdomen and facing one another, wearing a calm expression. Meanwhile, the spiritual herbs and trees beneath the cliff were covered in a thick layer of ice crystals as a cold wind howled. A pale white qi field seemed to form around Lu Xiaotian, and within it, a few tufts of pale, crane-down-like drifting sand rolled unceasingly in the air, slashing continuously toward Lu Xiaotian like crescent-shaped sword blades.
Puff, puff. Lu Xiaotian did not dodge or evade, using his physical body to continuously endure this onslaught. A bone-deep, chilling coldness extended inward along the bloody gashes slashed across his body by these granular, fine grains of sand.
Lu Xiaotian remained silent as wisps of faint, bloody vital energy drifted from his body into the air, coalescing as time passed. He had no idea how long had passed before the frosty white fine sand around him began to recede, while the bloody vital energy continuously released from within his body had already formed a pale red blood moon several zhang high in