The Spirit race expert named Tuo had originally been somewhat angered when his cultivation was interrupted by an external force. He had been about to curse, but upon hearing the female voice confirm the other party's identity, he shuddered and swallowed his words.
Tuo's expression changed several times. The task the woman had assigned was truly no good one. One misstep, and he might perish or be swept into the next great calamity, so after struggling for a while, he still wanted to say something in protest.
Before the words could leave his mouth, however, the woman had already become a completely different person. Her utterly emotionless eyes stared at him. When Tuo raised his head to meet her gaze, a chill pierced straight through him—cold to the bone!
Even that brief delay had already brought a knife-cutting pain to his face.
Seeing that Tuo still had no reaction, the woman's white hair immediately began turning blue from the roots. She stepped through the air and continued approaching him. She did not walk quickly, but with every step, an ancient and intricate formation pattern automatically appeared beneath her feet.
Each formation pattern swiftly condensed into delicate little ice swords, and the pressure bearing down on Tuo grew heavier and heavier.
At last, the sight of those ice swords reminded Tuo of certain unpleasant memories. He no longer dared offer any more excuses. Within the quiet chamber where he had been cultivating in seclusion, only his humble reply remained...
On the other side, having realized that breaking the passage would mean death, you no longer dared act rashly. This was no joke. The warnings given by your Lifebound Double Pupils had never been wrong.
If they said there was a Mountain of Blades ahead and you still insisted on wading through