Even if her magical power was abundant enough to activate the [True Core Talisman Treasure], that cultivator surnamed Li would probably kill her with his uncanny methods in that very instant.
After all, a talisman treasure could not be activated instantaneously. It required a certain channeling time. Although that time decreased as its user's cultivation, or rather, the strength of their magical power increased, it could never be eliminated entirely.
And a moment was enough for him to kill the two of them several times over.
Yun Zhi understood this perfectly, and her attitude was exceedingly respectful.
Lin Changheng's calm gaze swept over the two women bowing before him.
Although Yun Zhi's face was pale, her aura weak, and her torn, bloodstained clothes left her looking bedraggled, her eyes had become clearer and more resolute after the despair and shock. An unyielding sword intent seemed to be gathering within them. Clearly, this brush with death had swept the dust from her sword heart.
Her posture was upright. Even while bowing, she showed no delicate frailty, only her own tenacity.
Lin Changheng shifted his gaze slightly and, for the first time, carefully examined the silent azure-robed female cultivator beside Yun Zhi.
She was slightly shorter than Yun Zhi, with a slender, graceful figure. Her somewhat loose azure Daoist robe only made her seem more fragile.
Her head was slightly lowered, her long, ink-jade hair tied simply behind her head. A few strands had come loose during the fierce fighting and clung to her sweat-damp temples and cheeks. Her faintly trembling shoulders showed that she had not yet fully recovered from her fear and shock.
Her mental fortitude fell short of Yun Zhi's.
"No need for such courtesy."
After looking over the two of them, Lin Changheng spoke mildly, his voice as