"It's all right."
As Shen Luo reassured Nie Caizhu, he took out a medicinal pill and swallowed it, then sat where he was, closed his eyes, and began regulating his breathing.
Elsewhere, Yan Wushi had already defeated Elder Hei Li. Not only had the elder failed to rescue Elder Youli, but he had ended up a captive himself.
Jiang Shentian and Seven Kills led the charge, fighting their way into Qingqiu City.
Lu Huaming and Bai Xiaotian glanced toward Shen Luo and the others from afar, then followed the charge to the front line.
But only a short while later, the howl of a fierce wind suddenly rang out.
Shen Luo hurriedly opened his eyes and saw a sky-reaching gale rise from Qingqiu City ahead, sweeping countless grains of sand and loose stones out of the city.
Cries rang out incessantly within the gale. The allied cultivators were being swept up by the hurricane and hurled out of the city...
Amid a clattering din, figures dropped from the sky like dumplings tipped into a pot, landing all over the ground in every conceivable posture and condition.
Immediately afterward, Bai Xiaotian and the others were also forced out of the city by the fierce wind.
After a quick inspection, Shen Luo was surprised to discover that, although everyone thrown out had suffered injuries to varying degrees, not one had been gravely wounded or killed.
He hurriedly rose from the ground and looked toward the city.
A snow-white figure came flying swiftly out of the city. Her long, snowy hair hung loose, and an exquisitely shaped crystal crown rested atop her head. Her face was beautiful without being overly alluring, and her bearing was dignified and gracious. It was the Qingqiu Kingdom Lord.
Shen Luo fixed his gaze on her and saw