Ye Chi's sword had been constantly nurtured through the unique methods of sword cultivators, linked to her very lifeblood. The sword's destruction might not mean its owner's death, but it would certainly mean its owner was injured.
This was a classic case of an undeserved calamity.
Having run into such rotten luck, and remembering how Dian Dian had seized the sword earlier, Xiao Jiu was so angry that the hair on her forehead practically stood on end. "You..."
She had only gotten out the first word when Dian Dian glanced back at her. That cold, grim look somehow choked all the rest of Xiao Jiu's words back down her throat.
By now, Xiao Jiu had spent many years struggling through the cultivation world. Her seemingly unguarded, innocent manner was more often a disguise. Her sense for danger even surpassed that of more than ninety percent of cultivators in the same realm. Naturally, she would not truly use an egg to smash against a stone.
Seeing that Xiao Jiu had some sense after all, Dian Dian clapped her hands. "The Sword Embryo has been damaged, but the sword mark has entered the heart. Old Sai lost his horse—who can say it is not a blessing?"
After a slight pause, she added, "For the sword I owe you, go ask her senior brother for it later."
The direction she pointed was Little Five, who kept nodding. Yet she was not agreeing—she simply could no longer resist the demon of sleep. Her upper and lower eyelids were fighting each other, and if Lu Ya had not been supporting her, she would have already fallen asleep standing up.
Xiao Jiu supported Ye Chi, gritting her teeth, unable to say a word.
What senior brothers and senior sisters, what blessing or misfortune—it was nothing more