Minglan was injured?
The scene was far too bizarre, especially with Immortal He's abrupt remark, putting Yu Ci on guard. He turned to look. Minglan was still coughing blood, unable even to straighten her back. At that moment, she looked older and frailer than ever, enough to make one suspect she might collapse and die the next instant.
But eyes could always deceive.
Yu Ci narrowed his eyes. In the corresponding sense of his soul, light was flashing around Minglan.
That light was so peculiar that Yu Ci did not need the aid of the Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror. Relying solely on his own soul-sense, he could "see" that light constantly flickering where Minglan stood, changing every moment, its brightness waxing and waning. The light and heat it radiated dominated everything, obscuring even Minglan's own pulse of life.
Under such circumstances, Minglan shakily took a step toward them. At first, her coughing would not stop. Only after walking twenty or thirty paces did it gradually subside. Then she took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood from her hands and lips.
By the time she had cleaned herself up, she had already passed Yu Ci and arrived where Crimson Yin lay fallen. She lowered her head to look, her gray-white hair hanging down and concealing her expression from everyone.
At this moment, the one closest to her was Immortal He. The female cultivator's demeanor remained stern, though there now seemed to be a trace of gravity within that sternness. She spoke:
"Whether it will harm the relationship between our two sects depends on the opinions of both sides. What does this one think?"
A figure flashed at his side as the old Daoist Yu Zhou came to Yu Ci's side. Yu Ci seemed to hear Sword Qi whistling through the