Yin Zhiping had been pierced through the chest by a sharp sword and suffered a fatal wound. He had only survived for the moment because his fellow disciples had dragged him aside, but he was already on his last breath, his life hanging by a thread. In his daze, he suddenly heard a soft, delicate voice ask, "Where is Yin Zhiping?"
The four words were spoken very softly, yet to his ears they were like crashing thunder. He did not know where he found the strength, but he suddenly flipped over and rose to his feet, shouting, "Miss Long, I'm here!"
Xiaolongnü gazed at him for a moment. Seeing his Taoist robe drenched in blood and his face utterly drained of color, she could not help but lose all hope. Trembling, she said, "Big Bearded One, can you do me a favor?"
Song Qingshu roughly guessed what she was about to say and nodded. "Miss Long, just say the word. Even if it is the greatest favor in the world, I will do it."
Xiaolongnü kept her eyes on Yin Zhiping and murmured, "My purity was defiled by this man. Even if I recover from my injuries, I can no longer stay with Guo'er for the rest of my life. Can you help me kill him?"
Her heart was as open and pure as the wind and moon; she felt there was nothing she could not say before others. Even in front of hundreds of people, she openly revealed her sorrow.
Song Qingshu wore a strange expression. As a master of the Blissful Zen Method, he could tell at a glance whether Xiaolongnü was still a virgin. Moreover, at the inn last time, he had used Bing Xue'er to ask about the grudge between her, Yin Zhiping, and Zhao Zhijing.