No matter how Zhang Ping pressed her, Murong Xi refused to say what the treasure was. In the days that followed, Zhang Ping did not give in to despair. Instead, he practiced by the lakeside, wanting to see whether an increase in cultivation could heal him.
Murong Xi went to study the divine technique carved into the cultivation cliff.
The days passed one after another.
Zhang Ping's legs remained without sensation, sending his heart sinking to the bottom.
Now and then, stones would be thrown down from above. Sometimes, people even shouted. Zhang Ping remembered those voices—they belonged to the people hunting Murong Xi—so he did not respond.
The slanted wall above the lakeside where Zhang Ping was staying provided cover, so the people above the pit could not see him.
Those people refused to leave for a long time. Clearly, they suspected the two of them were still alive.
Zhang Ping was worried they would come down, so he did not dare relax for even a day.
Although both his legs were broken, he was still confident he could kill anyone who attacked him from above.
Even if he died, he would drag several of them down with him.
That day, snowflakes began drifting down from the sky. Zhang Ping opened his eyes and looked up. Snowflakes floated through the sunlight descending from above, leaving him dazed.
He had been trapped here for more than a month already.
He had considered whether he should fly out on his sword. During this period, his Origin Energy had recovered by more than half, but he had found it difficult to keep his balance. Trying to fly out of this pit, which was more than two hundred zhang deep, would probably be extremely dangerous.
Ultimately, it was because his skills were