Wu Qing'e supported Hong Meiling with both hands and carefully treated her. Though she had inherited a miraculous healing spell from the stigmata of the ancient Emperor Shennong, Hong Meiling's wound carried a vicious sword aura. Coupled with Wu Qing'e's still-modest strength, the healing proceeded very slowly.
"We've barely even left home, and Sister Meiling has always been gentle and kind, never making things difficult for anyone. Yet you suddenly attacked us for no reason and nearly got us killed!"
Wu Qing'e glared angrily at the Daoist before her. Even so, beneath her anger, she remained wary and uneasy.
This Daoist... was very powerful.
Though he looked somewhat old, it was not the sort of age that made him seem frail. Rather, he seemed like an immortal descended from the heavens.
Endless sword intent radiated from him, spreading continuously through the surroundings. Even the air around them felt sharp enough to sting.
Especially the ancient sword in his hand—it was as though all the murderous and baleful energy in heaven and earth had gathered upon it, making it impossible to look at directly.
"Young girl, I see that you are human as well. You must have been bewitched by this demon. Leave her side at once, and I will not hold it against you... otherwise, do not blame me for showing no mercy!"
Though he thought highly of Wu Qing'e's talent, the Daoist would not be lenient if she remained stubborn.
There were not many talented seedlings, but neither were they nonexistent. But... this demon had to die today!
His only blood relative had died at the hands of this carp demon. It had now become his inner demon; if he could not kill her, he would never be able to ascend to the Heavenly Realm.
The last time, his