"The Spirit Treasure is right here. Let me return it to its rightful owner!"
Mei Ling stood beneath the blade of killing intent with the Jade Box in her hands, neither dodging nor retreating. She seemed utterly unconcerned with life or Birth, even raising the box toward the blade.
Seeing this, the girl in black immediately waved her hand and dispersed the Nether Blade. A few lives were beneath her notice, but she feared damaging her Spirit Treasure.
Just as she was about to speak, Mei Ling abruptly turned hostile and hurled the Jade Box away, sending it in a high arc toward one side of the waterfall.
It was an overt stratagem.
On one side was the Jade Box falling toward the stream beneath the waterfall; on the other were three people fleeing madly.
Attending to one meant losing the other. Unable to be in two places at once, the girl in black truly hesitated for an instant.
But being made a fool of was what she hated most. With barely any hesitation, she recalled her Ring Blade, rose into the air, and lunged straight after the three.
"Hmph! I'm the one who toys with others. You little vermin think you can escape?"
She ignored the falling Jade Box entirely and rode a Baleful Wind straight after them.
Once cultivators reached late Qi refining, they could ride a magic wind to fly short distances. Though it consumed considerable magic power, at that moment she wanted the three of them dead even more than she wanted the Spirit Treasure.
Mei Ling followed her elder brother, bounding forward through the dense forest with all her might, only to see that the she-devil had already caught up close behind them.
That lunatic! She's completely mad!
Fine beads of sweat seeped from her