"Tell me, what exactly is your situation now? By rights, with that sword in your possession, you should never have fallen into such a predicament, trapped by a pack of minor demons who barely even rank."
A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Yan had already left that spatial node with Xiao Qing.
Her condition had improved considerably since they met. At the very least, the air of dejection that had hung over her entire being at their first encounter was gone.
But Jiang Yan could do nothing about the pure white sword on Xiao Qing's back, the Tianxin Wisdom Sword. He had no way to restore the divine sword.
Clumps of filth still covered its surface. Whatever that substance was, it had actually managed to seal even this sword temporarily, stripping it of all its power.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, it's a rather long story..."
Xiao Qing wore a miserable expression. She gazed into the starry sky for a long time before slowly sighing and saying:
"There's an old saying among the common folk of our Human Race: when someone is down on their luck, even drinking water will get something stuck between their teeth."
"My good fortune has always reached the heavens. Ever since I gained awareness, everything has been smooth sailing. Never have I been as unlucky as I have lately. It's as though fate has withdrawn its favor from me."
Xiao Qing then gave him a rough account of what had happened after she left the Vermilion Bird Holy Land.
When she entered the fringes of Demon Race territory, her luck had still been excellent, and she had obtained a tremendous opportunity.
But once she reached Demon Race territory proper, everything changed.
It was as though she had gone from being favored by fate to being its