"Where did you drag this corpse back from?"
It was late at night when Ouyang Xiuyah and Lu Lu returned to the Kunlun Divine Palace. They had brought back a "corpse." A wisp of exceptionally powerful will was keeping her from going completely cold, but she had suffered such severe injuries that there was no hope of recovery.
At least, Bai Shenghai and Liu Qingqing were helpless in the face of injuries like these.
Saving her "body" wouldn't be difficult. As martial artists of the Extreme Realm, the two had several ways to restore its vitality. But her soul had nearly been ground away, like a guttering candle in the wind. Restoring its power was difficult—very difficult.
"Can't she be saved?"
Ouyang Xiuyah and Lu Lu exchanged a glance, regret in their eyes. They had thought that although Shu Wushuang's injuries were severe, she had a Great Being of the Martial Dao by her side, someone with unfathomable methods.
At the very least, they thought he could keep her alive.
But now, it seemed there was no hope.
"I never imagined this woman was so badly hurt... Since that's the case, let's bury her, and honor this last bit of fate between us."
At last, Ouyang Xiuyah slowly rose to her feet and opened her right hand. A wisp of orange-yellow flame flickered in her palm. She meant to send Shu Wushuang on her way, returning her to dust and earth.
"It hasn't come to that..."
Just then, Jiang Yan raised a hand, signaling Ouyang Xiuyah to wait. He pressed a finger to the woman's brow, probing into her mind like a sharp sword.
"Things haven't reached that point yet."
"I have to say, she's lucky to have met me."
In an instant, Jiang Yan's eyes turned completely golden, shining