Yang Guo's words sent a chill down Zuo Kexin's spine. She abruptly retreated two steps, watching the disciples of the Enforcement Hall and the Shadow Pavilion around her warily.
Beyond that, the chill in her body was growing stronger. By now, even her limbs had begun to stiffen, leaving her barely able to stand.
There seemed to be a terrifying power mingled with Su Jiu's Sword Qi, eating away at every last trace of Demonic Qi inside her. Now, even if she wanted to resist, it would probably be futile.
Was Su Jiu really going to kill her?
Zuo Kexin shook her head. No, she wouldn't kill me. She only wants to know which door those wretches from the Mystic Dharma Immortal Sect are behind.
But... why? Why was Su Jiu helping them? Wasn't friendship between the righteous sects nothing more than a surface pretense? Besides, the Mystic Dharma Immortal Sect and the Azure Tide Sect were both top-tier sects. They were fierce competitors to begin with. Shouldn't each be eager to see a few more of the other's genius disciples die?
While she remained tangled in this question, unable to find an answer no matter how she puzzled over it, the devil opposite her spoke again. "Hesitate any longer, and you might lose your life. Are you really going to take this secret to your grave?"
Zuo Kexin's gaze flickered briefly. "I can tell you, but give me a pill to counter the cold poison first."
Su Jiu took a crystal-clear jade bottle from her Storage Ring. "There's a pill in here that can relieve the pain of the cold poison eating away at you for two hours."
Zuo Kexin froze. "It can't eradicate it completely?"
"Of course it can. But if you want it eradicated completely, you'll have