Chen Er stared blankly for a moment, then spat out a mouthful of blood. Using a treasure to accelerate his retreat, he cried, "Senior Sister Third Beauty, save me!"
The instant his words fell, Third Beauty stepped down from the mountaintop. In the blink of an eye, she appeared before Chen Er, forcibly froze his body solid, then casually tossed him away...
Frozen solid, Chen Er sailed over Sikong Jing's head and crashed onto the hillside behind him.
Bang...
The ice shattered upon impact. Chen Er climbed back to his feet, though blood continued to gush from his mouth.
At the same time, Chen Er wore a completely bewildered expression. Third Beauty had appeared as soon as he called for help, then inexplicably froze him and threw him away like a ball... What was she trying to do?
Being frozen solid was terribly uncomfortable, all right?
At that moment, Third Beauty explained, "Continue chasing the Elder Family's weaklings. This time, you needn't worry about an attack from behind."
Only then did Chen Er finally understand what was happening.
Third Beauty merely wanted him to pursue the Elder weaklings without hindrance; her method was simply rather humiliating.
But naturally, Chen Er did not dare say anything. He could only turn around and speed away...
For some reason, Chen Er now only wanted to get as far away from Sikong Jing as possible—the farther, the better.
He was afraid. Truly afraid!
Sikong Jing did not pursue him either, because Third Beauty had locked onto him tightly once more.
Stepping forward as though carrying ice and snow with her, Third Beauty asked, "Why can you use the Supreme Emotionless Art power of my Thoughtless Sacred Sect?"
Still standing atop the saber hilt, Sikong Jing met Third Beauty's gaze. "Why do you think it