Chu Zhaoru's body suddenly stiffened.
She lowered her head and looked at the blade tip protruding from her lower abdomen. The longing and urgency in her eyes froze in that instant, then slowly shattered into dead ash.
Using the last of her strength, she turned her head, wanting to see clearly who had killed her.
Her gaze was filled with unwillingness and confusion. She wanted to ask why, but no longer had the strength to speak.
Li Bufan pulled the Seven Killings Blade from her body. Blood on its edge slowly dripped down the black blade, splashing several dark-red blossoms across the sand.
He did not spare the corpse on the ground another glance. Instead, he circulated his True Essence and drew over the droplet of Dew of Pure Intent suspended in the air.
The instant that silver-white liquid landed in his palm, a crisp, pure aura seeped through his skin and into his body.
Without the slightest hesitation, Li Bufan brought the droplet of Dew of Pure Intent to his mouth and swallowed it directly.
The moment the spiritual water entered his throat, a cool sensation spread from his throat through all four limbs and every bone, like an icy stream surging through his meridians.
The instant the Dew of Pure Intent entered his throat, Li Bufan felt a spring-cool power spread out, like an invisible brook flowing through all four limbs and every bone.
Wherever that power passed, the final traces of Six Desires power lingering in his body rose like disturbed dust, then were washed away completely by that crisp, cleansing force.
He could feel his consciousness becoming clear layer by layer, like a bronze mirror buried beneath dust for ages being wiped again and again, revealing the spotless surface beneath.
The instant the final wisp of