Inside the Tower of Time, the Eight-tailed Fox Demon hurried along, her aura unsteady and her blood qi unstable. A faint scent of blood spread around her. Gritting her teeth, her face full of resentment, she clutched her chest as though she had suffered the greatest humiliation.
That Human Race Weapon Cultivator named Lu Ye had a heart blacker than coal!
She had already agreed to his demands, yet that bastard had actually refused to let her heal!
Not only had he refused, he had deliberately cut her, leaving a wound on her body.
An exceedingly strange power lingered in that wound. Even with her considerable strength, she could not dispel it in a short time, leaving her unable to suppress the bloody aura spilling from her body.
Yet in such a state, she still had to wander about under the Weapon Cultivator's orders.
She finally understood why Lu Ye had insisted that she lead the way to Level Seventy-Two. He was simply using her as bait on a hook.
Heaven bear witness: although fighting and death were not forbidden within the Tower of Time, cultivators entered it primarily to cultivate. An environment where the flow of time was amplified dozens or even hundreds of times was simply too rare. Across the entire Inner Realm, this was the only shop of its kind, with no second branch anywhere—and the key was that the Dragon Race was generous enough to share it with others.
Thus, although casualties had occurred in the Tower of Time over the years, their numbers had never been great.
But that Human Race Weapon Cultivator was practically a bloodthirsty executioner. During the time the Eight-tailed Fox Demon had followed him, she had watched countless Dao Integration cultivators get lured out, then slaughtered on the spot!
He would