Su Jiu understood what Chu Luohen meant.
In other words, if two people fought, the one who used more spiritual qi would also exhaust it faster.
Su Jiu turned several possibilities over in her mind, then seemed to recall something. "Do you think True Lord Hong Ling might have been set up?"
Chu Luohen laid his hand over the Sword Scar and whip mark, only lowering it after a long while.
"Very likely. Judging by the depth of the Sword Scar and whip mark, their cultivation should have been evenly matched, but the spiritual qi lingering in the whip mark is clearly stronger than that in the Sword Scar. That means the sword wielder was holding back."
Su Jiu pressed her lips together and looked toward the bloodstains and traces of the fight.
"That's something, at least. It gives us a direction."
Then she glanced at the little blue flowers again. "These flowers aren't poisonous, which means they won't do either of us any good. We'd better leave as soon as possible."
Inside a dim prison cell, a powerfully built man stood bare-chested, gripping a whip as he lashed a mangled mass of flesh that was impossible to identify as human or ghost.
A woman sat not far from him. Dressed in green, she wore a faint smile and said nothing, simply watching him whip that unidentifiable mass.
A table stood before her, laden with all manner of rare and exotic fruits.
The woman picked up a cluster of purple fruit, popping them into her mouth one by one as she savored the miserable spectacle.
After finishing the purple fruit, she seemed a little tired and leaned back, reclining in her chair.
Beside that unidentifiable mass was another cell, which held a woman in a red dress. She watched