Han Qingling collapsed limply to the ground as if all strength had left her, pleading bitterly with Su Yueli once more. "Senior, please save her!"
Su Yueli looked at the wavering needle of light, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Deathspine Mountains."
Su Yueli placed a hand on Han Qingling's shoulder and sent a stream of pure Qi and Blood into her, stabilizing her injuries. She spoke calmly:
"I understand."
"Rest here for a while. I'll be back soon."
The instant her words fell, Su Yueli's graceful figure silently dissolved into the dim dungeon.
"..."
In the main hall, the scent of blood had yet to fade.
Wang Tianba and the young patriarch, Wang Teng, lay limp in the bloody water, their faces deathly pale as they trembled and stared at the blue figure that had reappeared out of thin air.
Seeing Su Yueli return after leaving, Wang Tianba seemed to have seized his last life-saving straw. He crawled forward like a madman, kowtowing so hard it was like pounding garlic.
"Senior! Senior, spare my life!"
"It was we who failed to recognize Mount Tai before us! So long as you show mercy, my Wang Household will offer up with both hands every Spirit Stone and medicinal herb we have extorted in Luochuan City over the years!"
"And, and from this day forward... my Wang Household is willing to serve the Han Household like horses before the saddle and oxen before the plow!"
Wang Teng pleaded even more tearfully, "Please spare me, Your Excellency! Spare me!"
Su Yueli looked down at the two begging men, her eyes utterly still.
Some mistakes, once made, offered no chance to begin again.
"You talk too much."
Su Yueli casually waved her hand.
Two fierce blasts of Qi and Blood swept out. Amid two piercing sounds