Xian Xiaoying was, after all, a seasoned cultivator. She knew full well that although Qin Shaofeng's condition was terrible, he was also doing his utmost to seize a great fortune.
If she truly rushed over, not only might she ruin the fortune her beloved had struggled bitterly to endure for who knew how long—
Even after this was over, her interruption might very well leave him severely injured.
She did not dare disturb him.
Yet she had to watch with her own eyes as her beloved endured what seemed like the cruelest torture in the world. In that short span of time, sweat had drenched him until he looked like a shriveled cornstalk, and Xian Xiaoying's heart ached more and more.
"Roar..."
From Qin Shaofeng's mouth came continuous low growls, like the snarling of a wild beast.
In the blink of an eye, another cup of tea's time passed.
Even with Qin Shaofeng's willpower, he was beginning to struggle to endure it.
Especially at the moment when he felt everything in his body being drained dry by the agonizing pain in his left hand.
The pain from his left arm finally began to slowly subside.
Once again, he felt as though he had been ground to dust and reborn.
It seemed he had finally weathered this trial.
His entire left arm was crystalline like jade, its skin tender as that of a newborn infant. Especially the faint yet powerful sensation that seeped into the depths of his heart, making it pound violently.
It was as though, with his left arm as it was now, he only needed to wave it lightly to tear the void apart with the strength of his body alone.
At any other time, he would have been ecstatic.
But now, he did not feel the slightest