Chu Luohen's condition grew steadily worse, and Su Jiu sighed.
She knew this could not continue. It would damage his foundation.
Su Jiu raised her hand, and wind and snow descended once more. At the same time, Chu Luohen finally noticed something wrong with her.
Su Jiu's feet seemed to be sinking.
Chu Luohen understood. "That vortex is dragging you down?"
With the barrier separating them, Chu Luohen could not clearly sense Su Jiu's condition. Naturally, he had no idea what the vortex that had suddenly appeared beneath her feet was meant to do.
But now, perhaps he had guessed...
Chu Luohen clenched his teeth so hard they nearly shattered. "Answer me!"
Su Jiu froze for a moment. She seemed never to have seen her Junior Granduncle like this before.
Su Jiu smiled faintly. In that instant, she actually felt that this familiar man had become much more alive.
By rights, Chu Luohen's seven emotions and six desires had long since been removed. Yet now, he truly did not look like someone who had been stripped of them.
Good. This was good.
Su Jiu had actually noticed it the first time she used her arts. Each time she used them, the force beneath her feet dragged her down another substantial stretch, bit by bit, like a dull blade tormenting its victim. Of course, she would still sink even without using her arts, only much more slowly.
But no matter what, sooner or later, this force would suck her down.
Since that was the case, why should she sacrifice her Junior Granduncle merely to conserve spiritual qi?
As though her spiritual qi cost nothing, she condensed it into all manner of arts and hurled them toward the barrier's weak points, easing a considerable amount of pressure on Chu Luohen.
Chu Luohen