When Ning Xiang emerged wreathed in Ghost Qi and the Canglang Sword thrust toward her again, Lu Qingchen's heart nearly stopped.
Fortunately, this time he finally managed to stop her from being hurt again.
The icy Sword Qi sliced open Lu Qingchen's palm, but as long as she was unharmed, he felt no pain.
When Lu Qingchen saw her tending his wound, he could not help indulging in a few extravagant hopes: that time might pass more slowly, or that his injury might be more severe. Would she grieve and worry for him then?
Watching her lowered eyes, Lu Qingchen could not help remembering what she had said in the Eastern Sea, and turmoil surged through his heart again.
She seemed to have something to tell him too, but before she could speak, the raging Beast Tide poured into the Profound Heaven Sect once more.
Ning Xiang gave him the Illusory Spirit Mountains and Seas Map. At that moment, Lu Qingchen desperately wanted to draw her into the Canglang Sword, so he could keep her by his side at every moment and protect her from harm.
But Lu Qingchen also knew full well that she loathed him deeply.
Later, Lu Qingchen would recall that scene countless times, and countless times hate himself for not insisting on what he had wanted to do.
He watched helplessly as Ning Xiang charged into the Demon-Subduing Sword Formation without looking back. Terror nearly tore his liver and gall apart.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Qingchen used the secret art again, transferring the crushing pressure Su Lang and Ning Xiang endured onto himself. How could that agony be described? Even twenty days of Tribulation Lightning could not compare to one ten-thousandth of it.
The injuries he had suffered in the Eastern Sea had never fully